We should be called the Road Head Warriors
just threw up in the bushes outside my lecture hall. sometimes i hate the freedom college gives you.
I need to get my pants from under your porch. People are asking questions.
so I was at the house for 3min to grab my bathing suit & tequila. You know, the go-to weekend combination
i love when the champions come out to play im bringin the shock collar this weekend
i'm scootering my little heart out so i'm not late for a weed pickup. this is the meaning of adolescence
There is a man playing a trumpet at this brunch and I hate life. Too hungover for this. Send help ASAP.
I accidentally sent him a snapchat of my boobs and now we're going on a date tomorrow... Could be worse.
We had a threesome and he gave us bottle rockets and a lamp for our apartment
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
It started getting weird when you decided to scold my vagina.
The bouncer said the club was at capacity we couldnt get in till ppl left all three of them pulled their tits out we got complimentary bottle service never under estimate women
She woke up, mumbled "the trees" When i asked her what about them, she yelled "WE NEED THEM FOR OXYGEN," Then went back to sleep.
We need to get on her level.
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