: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
all we need is a web designer
and a bunch of prostitutes
I wish my mouth had a period so that could be my excuse on those days I don't feel like giving head
And that's when he stuck his finger up his own ass to prove it would feel good...
we tried to steer you away from them but you just kept yelling 'i need dick' and going back. sorry.
All I remember is holding on to the elevator asking it politely to stop spinning
Also you were throwing your phone yelling this is durable as shit
the $20 limit for secret santa doesn't apply to me cause you know a half gram of coke is more than $20
OMG stoned with flashing lights behind me, I was freaking out until I realized I wasn't driving my couch
He's like my sex unicorn. Elusive and majestic. I'll catch him, I'm baiting with patron.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
Well it's 2pm. Time for another game of "Who, What, Where". The game where you try to guess who this girl is, what happened last night, and where'd your shit go. I'm going for 1/3 today.
That's better than I've done so far.
I seriously think I may just have to live here. In this bed. Naked.
Being a slave to ur dick is exhausting.
"Being an adult" and "being happy" are two circles that do not overlap in my Venn diagram of life.
Randomize
