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 failed the drunk obstacle course of trying to find my bed... consolation prize... a sore ankle and "disappointed' parents.
i saw his dick when we were four, so thats kind of ruined for me now
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
We're going clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
What will that accomplish?
It will accomplish clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
you know its bad when everytime i put on a shirt i think of who i hooked up with in it
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
When did I go from having sugar daddies to being one? And does it count as a tax write off?
I fell into his fridge. I want to leave.
I was just trying to be a good friend but in retrospect I probably shouldn't have pepper sprayed you.
I just did the math technically I'll be drunk until 2:30-3:00pm
I think vodka/water/skittles totally beats your crystal light mimosas
It seems I've entered my 21st birthday the same way I entered this world: naked, crying and smothered in someone else's bodily fluids...
Security showed up because apparently we were fucking too loud.
As your roommate I can attest that y'all do indeed fuck rather loudly
at the hospital. Kevin drank straight from the river
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