I just smelled my beer. It smells like coming home.
yo dibs on the gosselin haired one.
i was driving around baked, windows down jamming to third eye blind and eating grapes for 35 minutes before i remembered why i left my house
Beer lympzucs are ki7lling me
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
Ps. I feel like I may pee myself this weekend. Either drunkenly or out of excitement. Toss up
i love that feeling when you wake up and have no idea how you got back to your dorm or why you have mac and cheese on your cheeks and eyelashes in your mouth
yeah, i'm not. but i'm ready for free bjs. it's just hard to find women who will give me a beej while i'm sobbing uncontrollably
margarita monday on the first day back? my gpa is telling me noo! but my heart is telling me goo! I am conflicted..
Sorry I drunkenly insulted your air mattress last night. You still could have fucked me on it though.
BTW rolling him off the couch and onto that tarp was pure genius. He definitely pissed himself last night.
And that is why we dont do tequila shooters at 1 in the afternoon. Because you go home with a beast like that
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
sarah's view on last night: a threesome to make things less awkward. oh, well done.
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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