even a "fuck you" would be nice at this point.
I have no idea what her name is. I only remember putting my dick between her ass cheeks.
She got her phone back last night. And the first thing I sent her was a picture of me pooping in a culvers bathroom
they're using the ping pong table for ping pong. it's weird
Beach body diet is off. Pizza hut worked its way back onto my google chrome top 8
I'm at Home Depot to get supplies to fix the wall we cracked by fucking too hard against the bookshelf.
I honestly wish you had parked the car in the terminal garage and fucked me in the backseat but I guess I should be more forward
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
I don't remember much of half-time. I do remember climbing onto the roof of the fraternity and telling people I was going to stargaze in French.
Please be advised that because of last year's "incident" we will no be starting St. Pat's day with spicy breakfast burritos and car bombs. Please plan accordingly.
That awkward moment when you can't tell what smells like tacos: you, the cat, or the strange guys blanket your so tenderly swaddled in.
Full contact beer pong was definitely not my best idea.
i just got hit on on the bus. Yes sir, because its every boys dream to fuck a forty year old with a face tattoo
Don't make me do math I'm drunk and full of chicken
Only true party girls take their birth control with Smirnoff.
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