You're completely useless in the revolution.
I was puzzled last night that there were shots waiting for us when we got there. Just read my messages and saw you were ordering from the bar via texts.
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
she scratched her sororities letters into my back when she was done. i think i was part of some sick game. sick twisted sexy game
Also, that dude projectile vomiting all over the living room was the perfect distraction for me to swipe the booze and run.
it was a frathouse cornucopia of foul mixed drinks and "sangria", which im convinced was blood and pcp
I would watch the shit out of some full house right now.
At least I look tastefully trashed. My nipples are hidden and I'm standing up.
Is it a good time to tell him he's getting too clingy if he sent me a picture of my name spelled with Cheerios?
God he's so convenient, drugs, an parties all in one person. He's like the Walmart of delinquency.
This is the Taco Bell dump we've all been waiting for.
I ran into cvs barefoot with my belt undone and shirt buttoned wrong and didn't even have to ask. The guy working pointed and said "they're back there."
That's how I look going for the pbr.
Like Is it appropriate to tell your boss you banged a guy in the back of a truck at a wedding? Probably not.
I touched a dick in church today
HE WAS CUMMING IN THAT DICK PIC
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