its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
Either he masturbated at the end of the bed or she gave him a bj. Either way my bed was shaking and I was uninvolved.
He's got a wife and three kids but I'm into being that mistake.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Let's just say trying to drink my weight in apple pie shots looked better in theory.
RE-DICK-YOU-LUSSSSS
That's me emphasizing the ridiculous
And I just realized we will be at a strip club when the end of the world is supposed to happen. This is destiny
I don't fucking know. I'm out stimulating the economy. Not locked in a room with a marker board.
Oh at the liquor store again?
why does drunk me think that doing things like throwing up on my desk and all over my 15 page lab report is okay
I woke up with a thorn in my belly button. A THORN!
Woke up with a 22 year old with the number for a different girl written on my stomach, almost 30 can suck my dick I still got this shit
I'm graduating college in 4 days. I already miss the bad decisions
I’m a women at a strip club dressed as post Malone
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
Randomize
