what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
Nothing says "This dudes gotta go" better than a boner on your back waking you @ 5 in the morning
are you just going to ignore any texts involving my penis from now on? because thats going to shut down a pretty sizeable portion of our conversations.
I thought about farting is his face when he was going down on me last nite.
At the bar. Madeline and I totally brought our own pitcher from home because they always run out. Hello alcoholism.
When you consider the sheer number of events that had to occur in order to prevent me from fucking her, there must be a god
no, that was the night I slathered your dick in the icing from my birthday cake
I found ecstasy taped in my armpit... thank you drunk Marissa.
He had a joint rolled for us when he picked me up. It's how ASU does romance
Got my parents to pick me up from the party, take me to the bar and buy all my drinks, then drop me off at my booty calls house.
But forealz I'm gonna need a solid 52 orgasms so hydrate.
at what point last night did i get this tattoo of an anchor made of dicks?
around eleven
Would it defeat the purpose of a run if I ran to McDonalds?
She can't take shots?!? Literally if I could list that as a skill on a resume I would
Randomize
