Me too!
if I could go back to kindergarten and not fuck up my life, I so would.
Don't worry. I just took 2 benadryls and beat off. I'm practically sleep texting
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
All four of us managed to throw up in the same bathroom at different times during the night. I think we'll get along great living together.
I just found blacked-out interviews on my voice recorder. Go journalism.
Not only was there cake on the wall but someone shoved cake and meat in a cup and put it in the fridge.
Her mom walked into the garage as we were smoking a kush blunt with sombreros on.
Let me put it this way - if I had a list of things I would like between my legs, she would rank below the cello I turned into firewood sophomore year.
So your bra was hanging in the Christmas tree last night at some point I think
I'd feel bad about being drunk at the Christmas service, except for the fact that I've already had sex in this church, so this is just small change.
Sometimes I actually rage on Tuesday, come back, and do homework drunk and pull an all nighter.
50% drunk capacity currently
I yield to the immortal wisdom of one ludacris, who famously wrote, "can't turn a hoe in to a housewife." Indeed, ludacris, indeed.
I wrote him a note at the end of the final. I'm hoping I can flirt my way in to an A or B
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