I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
So you threw a sword at me last night
I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised.
Im about to have a threesome, Ill pay you twenty bucks to go clean my room. Just throw it all in the closet.
The trip involved octopus tentacles coming from the little holes in my TV's speakers. The beauty of the nonexistant symbolism had me in tears.
She poured a bottle of rum in the champagne fountain, did like 5 jello shots at the same time, then lit herself on fire. Twice. This is how everyone should turn 21.
TAing a class of 300 froshies and being so hungover I forgot a bra is my way of making dreams come true.
We are getting high tomorrow and being statues at the cafeteria. Come find us.
Im cutting you off tonight ONE boy at a time
Literally lying on a futon being hand fed bacon
Fuck you.
I keep jumping up and down in front of the mirror naked. The only motivation I would be to stop and put clothes on is if you come over. Hurry.
Walking in on a gay threesome, with a girl in the corner watching and taking vid is a reason to not only knock, but to never go to Savannah.
They are doing the auction. One of the items in the auction is a grenade launcher.
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
Someone stole a lamp last night.
The guy at the liqiour store just said "Wow haven't seen you in awhile, is everything okay?"
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