if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
Single schmingle. No one actually obeys the relationship boundaries these days. Its 2009.
She just wrapped her tongue around my thumb.....lizard girl may be my next wife.
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
Sunburnt clitoris. How do I deal with it.
There's a sign at Bashas for 30% off of 6 bottles of wine in Friday. That seems like a personal challenge.
I am way too high for this. Some guy just keeps talking about music and life goals and he apparently has lived in every city we mention we are going
I can't begin to describe what I look like walking through the grocery store with this outfit and chocolate syrup.
she had that "i just got used" look on her face when i kicked her out at 5am
I feel a whole lot better than i did this morning at 3 when one of my roommates discovered me slightly aware of my surroundings and naked in the bath tub with the shower on
maby next time we don't finish the whole box wine just because it tastes like shit
We don't know where he is but he left his pants and what appears to be a tooth here so he's gotta come back sometime
you know you're drunk when you start breaking down your body composition into organic molecules
Think of it as a business transaction. That's how I justify all the horrible things I do. Blow my married boss? Just a business transaction.
Its official, kitchen-couch is my favorite.
You passed out again didn't you?
its likely that this occurred.
Randomize
