Well for starters i'm drinking vodka out of a bell pepper.
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
is this the sara with the beer cane?
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
Apparently you can legally be topless in Boulder, CO. Get on it.
The fact that every guy you've slept with since you've lost virginty either have the same first or last name isn't normal.
I woke up with her dog licking the wedding cake out of my ear and her sister finishing our Jaeger
May the one with the liver that just won't quit win
After my date left I rallied and took the Asian girl home. Flexibility my friend.
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
He just whispered "doors are weird" and then laughed so hard he fell down the stairs.
One failed naked backward somersault off the bed and I realize - I either need to drink less or workout more. Perhaps both.
You could totally spank that new found Catholicism out of him.
Our entire day shift is on either molly or acid. I'm about to take two hits of the latter.
I got drunk. Then I took a shit.
It was a good shit
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