we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Watching that soccer game was like getting kicked in the crotch for an hour and half and then coming right at the end.
I'm in the bar bathroom about to pass out. But it's ok cause I set my alarm to go off for last call.
Careful when you walk in I'm laying by the door.
I need to make a 'no kissing' rule for my casual hookups during cold season...this cold is so not worth it.
Legit I think I might have gotten hepatitis C from licking the window of that last cab.
It's 1 AM and there's a guy outside my house belting out Bennie and The Jets. He stops in between verses to puke. I'm joining him.
it's 10:36pm. Do you know where your penis should be?
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
I threw all my money on the ground and said it was for homeless people and fell down the stairs
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
I bet his dick wears a tuxedo.
I threw up in my room. And I cleaned it up with a spatula.
I've finally given up enough on finals week to wear the same shirt three days in a row, because I didn't take my hoodie off for the first two.
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