he keeps his weed in a birkenstock shoe box. its like, we get it, youre from oregon.
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
I STRONGLY considered not bringing that guy home with me last night simply because I'd JUST changed my sheets that morning.
You were running around drunk in a Toga chasing the frat's Husky. Of course they remember you.
All I wanted was a hug. You dirty, dirty whore.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
I want to buy her liposuction. And a spot on What Not To Wear. And a face transplant.
At least I look tastefully trashed. My nipples are hidden and I'm standing up.
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
The fake number she gave me was for Pappa John's. Now I have a large pepperoni on the way.
i always handshake my one night stand, im classy like that.
He just turned down phone sex for hockey and I'm so relieved I'm fucking a straight guy that I'm barely even mad
Actually we have similar relationship styles aka no relationship... it could work
I mean, I was expecting a little more coke snorting and a little less kids and cake
Wait. How did I get engaged last night?
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