And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
Ive either hit rock bottom or become my own hero.
I'm in the laundromat a drunk armenian guy keeps trying to help me fold my laundry. Ah i'm going to miss queens.
There was a fucking SNAKE in the urinal. WHAT THE FUCK
I dove into a random van at the bar as the door was closing and ended up at some house with people I've never met in my life dancing in a basement
If is anything like my past relationships, I have no doubt that I will single-handedly reignite the Cold War
I have no idea. But I feel like I could climb a mountain and then have sex on it.
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
We're getting paid a considerable amount of money to send each other pictures of our dicks...
Leave it to me to sleep w a guy who gets poison ivy on his dick
Sad realization: so long as I use this sleep apnea machine, I will never be the little spoon!
I'm SO high. And there is so much pudding in this car
I made soup. Now I'm having post soup making wine. I had pre soup making wine also.
I legit just quacked out loud at a duck on campus. Realized after that there were people around me, they looked at me funny...
and then you proceeded to throw soup at him for calling you a bitch...a CAN of soup...
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