Hey sorry about saying i hated you. it was the coke and the ice cream.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
remember, YOU ARE A WINNER
my dinner was a box of cheezits simultaneously mixed in with cocoa puffs and fried rice.
Just crossed the line from casual pregrame to public intoxication. Shotgunning in a bus shelter.
Safe to say I'm terrified but totally AMPED
Would you like to partake in getting high as fuck with your best friend and then proceeding to cry over the shit head guys we deal with?
If you want it you better put a ring on it. And by ring I mean one of my three favorite pies.
Currently putting together my outfit for this weekend, AKA a poster board that says "I'll cook you breakfast and do all your laundry, take me home." On front and back
oh btw ur so lucky i got stoned and passed out or we sooo would have bedazzled your dick while you slept. just sayin.
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
For real his Facebook page says he studied "sexual arts" at some random college I've never heard of. You've been warned.
The economy cant be that bad, I willingly got fired to bang her again.
I THINK HE DOES. OMG!!!!! OMG I FUCKED A GUY W A FAKE LEG AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW!!!!!!????!!!!!!!!!
The cop was standing next to me when I texted "haha" to your phone...didn't realize that he had taken it already...
This sucks! All of the twenty something dick I was getting went home when the university closed
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