: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
don't bother texting me at 10. my pants WILL be off and I'm not putting them back on to come see you.
you announced to everyone at the bar "fuck girls. they're confusing. im gonna start having sex with boys now"
all nice guys are gay and all hot ones are assholes
You're fat. Stop making excuses
Oh my god, I hid a wine bottle in my boot.
oh and then you called a time out with your penis
I'm getting shit face wasted, and I have to be up so early tomorrow. I am bad at smart.
He just told an 8 year old to go fuck himself so we probably won't be in the butterfly exhibit much longer.
He brought me four big burritos and two joints! He can sleep with his bank teller any time he wants!
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
I successfully navigated a full, lengthy interaction with my dad in which he never asked me if I was freshly baked. 10 points.
Her tramp stamp said call me maybe. You should have run for the nearest decontamination shower immediately.
Apparently I have decided there are no repercussions for my actions
That was right around the time that the drunken mess pulled out his dick in front of myself and like 10 other people and started peeing all over the train platform while saying, "Sometimes a bear gets you brother. Sometimes a bear gets you."
Pretty standard Thursday night commute for you, no?
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