He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
Clearly I made an impression.
Or at least your vagina did.
There was a gorilla playing an accordion outside of my last final. I miss college already.
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
All that matters is I got the megaphone home safely
I've woke up in his bed 4 out of the past 6 mornings. I feel like this might be the time to learn more about him then his first name and what kind of beer he drinks.
Just saw the mall santa roll by on a rascal scooter holding a chic-fil-a milkshake and stop to chat up trio of cute 20-somethings. New hero.
you're no funn. i shall go consult my friend vodka on this matter.
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
Happy hour crawl turned into power happy hour turned into tequila shots turned into I'm drunk in class on Cinco de Mayo at 7 am.
Stoned. Scared. Bring pool noodle and onion rings.
He started praying immediately after we hooked up, condom on and everything.
Once again, marijuana saves me from going to jail
He just kept pissing on the couch as we were yelling at him while he repeatedly told us "its going to be okay".
Randomize
