well I can't set my house on fire every night
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Her dress is practically falling off. It must know I'm here.
you broke a plate. told her her wedding china was ugly and you were doing her a favor. then proceeded to break every plate you could get your hands on.
I walked in on her just letting her nose bleed into her friend's hands
I was trying to sing daddy wasnt there from austin powers but apparently I was crying and and yelling jibberish...I get to into this shit
I'm in the room..It's full of lost souls and sadness. I can taste the salt of their tears. This final might take a few freshman today..
I just stood next to my childhood self. Fuck, I'm really stoned...
Apparently he proposed after he saw me chug vodka out of a traffic cone.
It's the building I live in, they were lucky I was wearing clothes at all
the only good thing about going home with him was that he was prettier than me.
just chugging fertility tea and vodka, no big deal.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
This bitch goes out driving during the nor'easter to get her ass eaten.. that’s dedication
he said he couldn't believe he just lost his virginity and passed out. what have i done
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