There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
it's kind of nice to have a picture of me making out with someone and actually know who it is for once
So....maintenance found the bullethole.....
hey, haven't seen your testicles in a while...you 3 still alive?
do we own a ladder
We do not.
then how am i on the roof
Please stop letting me make out with hot lesbians.
Definitely not. I may be your best friend, but first and foremost I am a guy. Please continue.
You did it first. I was merely expressing my support for you, by pressing my testicles against a window.
You know when you get a stripper pays your bail. You got good wood.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
My goal is to be drunk before we even get out of the No Wake Zone.
He understood my need for pizza was more important than my need for sex. He's the one.
No, I found out he was gay when I walked in on him blowing the guy from the dorm room next to ours.
Apparently I drunkenly agreed to help the homeless. For once, I'm not disappointed in drunk me. Four for you, drunk self. You go, drunk self!
it was a 'fall asleep on the bathroom floor after puking bc the cold tile is legit more comfortable than your bed' kind of night.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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