so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
been home a week and haven't blacked out yet. i miss college
He was going nice and slow, then he yelled " BOONNEESTOORRMM!!!!!". I can't walk straight.
I voted for him because his wife supports his raging sex life.
You refused to come over and kept yelling that you were gonna sleep on a car
I just want him to slap me with his dick and call it love
made the entire pub sing the british national anthem, puked, rallied, then peed in a telephone booth and have pictures to prove it, taking tourism to another level since 2012.
The way I see it, everyone on campus has a fake, but I'm the only person who actually makes beer in their dorm.
I found his Linkedin the day after he created it. Too stalkerish or just right?
Also, beer. Big fan.
I am going to go back to drinking and listneing to Hanson now. Maybe crying. Or perhaps Full House reruns
"WHAT IS THIS LESBIAN MADNESS"
We should form a club for all of us that have stabbed a sibling with a fork!
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