Sex don't cost a thang now that you can buy trojans with meal points.
You know, I really only think drinking is a problem if you're not good at it.
my facebook is like a giant collection of my one night stands
We've got 2 weeks of college left-I want to feel like Gary Busey by graduation.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
Just heard a guy on the phone saying " ya ill buy the eight ball " then came to my register to ask what asile the sugar substitute is on.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
Gonna send a picture of my negative pregnancy test with the message "Merry Christmas" to the guys I've been sleeping with. That alone, will put a huge dent in my shopping list of gifts for people.
Do I need to take a photo of my sister's enlarged and disgustingly dark nipples to scare you into protection? DO I?
I may have made out with a tranny last night, which, if I don't get fired for everything else that happened, really makes last night epic.
Fuck this. I'm adopting 12 cats and naming them after the 12 disciples. Maybe Jesus will have sympathy for me then.
This guy needs to stop asking about my feet
We have such a parasitic relationship. But the kind where the parasite benefits from the relationship. Like the pilot fish and a shark. The fish gets the leftover food scraps from the shark and the shark gets a free bath from it.
that's so insightful.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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