a lot of self evaluation comes after you have to clean up a trashcan of your own vomit and condoms
I lost count of how many people I peed on last night.
and then we had to stop you from trying to pour shots through your nose with the neti pot.
of all the people in our graduating class, this is exactly who would get pregnant.
So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
He's only a freshman and he needs to expirence shit like that..
YOU would be the Freshman Expirence
Getting a vibrator would be like waving the white flag of surrender in this war against my vagina and its hormone army.
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
Might I also add after my boss threw up in the garbage can and yelled puking rally, he dougied, then told me I wasn't about that life.
By early evening I was shouting at the deeply Christian girl to suck my dick inbetween snorting lines of gatorade powder.
Give me a minute. I'm trying to buy moonshine from a railroad worker named "Cowboy."
The night was crazy enough that we did a workout. Instructed by the bouncer at 2am
I learned tonight while in another country that no matter the nationality, men are disappointing in bed
Just convinced the cute guy from class that I have prostate cancer. GET ME OUT OF THIS TOWN!
What time is our conjugal visit?
Umm...who is this?
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