I think he may have called me a bar rat, jokingly. I said i was but in a non-trashy way.
you took out flashcards at the bar and went around asking guys what totalitarianism meant.
only my mom would pack illegal paraphernalia in a care package..
so it turns out that "condoms galore" does, indeed, come up on your bank statement
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
12 trash cans filled with water. Beer cans floating in each, 12 ft apart. Dodgeball. Ultimate beer pong.
Rules. We have to wear superhero outfits
So what's the verdict on pumpkin smoothies with vodka? I puked.
Just come here and visit. Enjoy the deliciousness of me being legal. Just don't think, and come here right meow. meow meow meow.
after we were done she whispered to my dick "you sir, are a genius"
I guess all those years with her as your babysitter finally paid off.
We do have a rich storied history of emotional warfare
I left at 4:30 in the morning and I told him it was because I had to take my contacts out
Nothing says Happy Thanksgiving like picking cocaine boogers out of your nose at your parents house.
I just met a drunk old lady with a bedazzled life alert alarm around her neck. I love casinos
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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