My friend is getting herself a tramp stamp that says "property of the half blood prince".
The extent of my physical activity is running from the cops.
the spit in my mouth is still 99% not mine.
Plus I'm on the toilet and I can only describe it as if someone had kicked the cap off of a fire hydrant.
Moments after comforting her about her boyfriend issues I found myself in the other room showing him my tits.
We were in the middle of a serious discussion about social justice and he pulled sequins out of his teeth and kept talking like nothing had happened.
6 pack came off in the shower. Sharpie is not forever.
Dick. I'll go round and break his windows. I've been watching Sons of Anarchy on Netflix.
he was making out with her against the stove and started a fire--the thirst literally almost burned the place down!!
It can't be easy when an alcoholic Russian is screaming to the entire dorm "he no get hard"
I'm still hammered too. I started tweeting the time at one point I'm pretty sure.
One of the worst parts about living at my parents again is trying to hide how often I'm hungover, just quietly puked in the basement bathroom while my mom got ready for work
So far my survey results are telling me to pawn the ring. Thoughts?
all i remember is arguing with the chick that yahoo was better than google
all you were doing was yelling YAHOOOOO in her face
so i won
When you puked on me I said to you "we will just say that you threw some mostacholi at me"
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