another moral hangover. fuck.
highlight from tonight: i hit on her and her mother.
his penis was like watching paranormal activity your very hyped up to see it but you think it might be very scary and in the end you didnt really see anything at all
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
Dude... You bled on his hand... At this point it doesn't matter that you called him your exes name, seriously.
I don't see why you're so upset, it's not like you were wearing pants either.
I remember convincing the limo driver to smoke with us and if he did I would name my first son after him.
I met her at the liquor store. I hope I'm wearing a condom
I think I just got a contact from my own exhale. Def dying.
You threw up? Were you ladylike while you did it? I'm wagering that you were. Like a Disney princess. Like a "Puke Me Pretty" Barbie.
Dropping the entire last roll of TP into the toilet is a hurt you don't want to know.
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
I slipped in the shower today and broke my lighter..
Your shit was massive.
I'm not 100% sure how to respond to that.
If you were in a "who has the massivest shit contest", you'd win by a landslide.
Randomize