i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I acted like I was still sleeping as she gathered her stuff to leave.. that's when she let one rip
the taste of these tagalongs is totally worth boning that creepy troop leader chick...
you made cement angels. it was a great sight.
a small fire erupted but we put it out with a can of beer so everything's fine
The waitress bought us a round. She said if anyone could do 52 margarita mondays in a row, it was us.
Last thing I remember is beer bonging sangria. Dear God.
We're high and this subject came up and I'd like a female opinion: if you were a dude, what would you do if a girl tried to give you a foot job?
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
When and where the fuck did we get a beach ball??
Our music was glorious. Maidens were deflowered to the sound of my voice.
Can I just fuck someone without it basically becoming an arranged marriage
I just fuked with kevins application and made it say that he does conjugal visits for community service
hey some people donate their time while apparently kevin donates his body
maybe you should have closed the porn before you gave the professor your computer to hook up to the projector?
My new roommate looks like a troll. Or a serial killer. So if I disappear, show this text to the cops.
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