Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
You know, as long as there were ice cream breaks, I would totally eat chips for a living.
do you remember how we all fit in that bathtub?
tequila
he smelled like listerine and beef tacos
I'm in my winter jacket and nothing else. very drunk. bring bitches.
I know i should have focused more on what you were saying in the text rather than the fact you spelt "suicidal" wrong
Just topless shotgunned a bud light alone. I am about to peer mentor the shit out of these freshmen.
this is the last time we take the mathletes drinking.
I think I'm drunk. That wine was old. I found it behind the water heater next to the mouse poison.
I can't feel my brain.
well, I yelled "the tribe has spoken!" at a boatload of people and then I walked home alone in the pouring rain at 1:30am. karma really is a bitch, yo.
Apparently you missed the drunkest me ever documented. I slept on the hardwood floor and left my pants on the porch to give u a frame of reference.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
I am just saying if Clark Kent walks into your life, you fuck him
I really appreciate you taking the time to blur out my excessive boob cleavage for instagram
It was a glorious ass. He has amazing hands. I want to fuck him until he can't do math anymore.
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