Tonight's Real World episode reinforced the well-known fact that men of any caliber can hook up with girls named "Crystal"
my advisor is telling us the best way to sneak in alcohol on move in day. I definately picked the right college
Worst relationship ever. Keep in mind I've dated two married chicks and a Mormon.
He suggested abortion before I finished the sentence. That was my plan too, but now I feel like should keep it just to prove how big of a dick he is.
After throwing up in a tequila bottle on my nightstand (still not sure how she did that) she asked if she could slip into something more comfortable.
Every shot buddy I have I end up blowing. I don't know whether this pattern is good or bad.
You went to the animal party as a hoodrat. You won the most creative costume contest.
You squatted and peed on the living room floor while maintaining eye contact with Sebastian
Annoying and petty is the name of the game and I'm the MVP.
She was doing drunken zumba and screaming "FUCK YOU I HAVE MY OWN STYLE!" at the TV
So this morning everyone commended me for puking over the porch. No one else made it that far...
It's a shame I've been hooking up with him for 6 months and he still doesn't know my real name.
My drug dealer just told me goodnight...I still don't know his name. But I guess you can say we've moved to the next step.
He deliberately gets me high because he knows I fuck better and then I make food for two. I don't know if I should feel mad or proud of him for thinking that far.
Drunk me made cabbage burritos at 1am after going to hustler hollywood.\nI bought socks. Lol
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