i have essays due online every friday...im just going to write 'im hungover' for every one
She helped me organize my comics and then blew me. This is the one.
My teachers should feel privileged to see me this morning, after the amount of alcohol I consumed last night.
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
I can't wait to hear about your drunken cab ride to planned parenthood at 2pm
I just spent a pre-4th of july celebration riding in a raft being towed by a car through a town that I've never heard of handing out flyers for a river rafting company that I never knew existed. Good night.
Id fuck him but only at his house and he had to stay im bed till i left. He only works upper body. It just creeps me out how tiny his legs are
There are days when you go to throw something in your bedroom trash can and realize the only things in there are a used condom, a Lime-arita can and a muffin wrapper.
I got a 5/5 with my "I don't want a baby" rant essay. She said my use of the word "leeches" was a powerful metaphor :)
He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
I need a conscience and I need it yesterday.
he left a full can of coors light underneath my windshield wiper, like a love note. if that's not husband material, i don't know what is
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
is it weird that i just witnessed the marriage of someone ive had sex with on multiple occasions?
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