Memo to the bitch sitting across from me at Swamp: no one thinks you're classy with your Louis Vuitton and your Burberry scarf when you're dragging on that cig like it was the last cock on earth and you needed cum for sustenance.
gettin pulled by a cop with a camera crew. gonna flee. want my 15 min of fame on cops.
we were so desperate we resorted to lego blocks. nuff said.
how drunk are you?
What does that even mean anymore?
There I was staring at a teeny weeny black one and a huge white one. It was like an episode of Myth Busters
i'm satisfied with the level of pretty that his new girlfriend isn't.
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
Lest we forget our veterans. Also that two years ago I lost my virginity on this day in a hot tub. Go me for being the worst person on earth.
For sure. Gotta go. Building an igloo.
He fucks like those drill things that you see when you think of texas
I feel like you're gonna be reading this at 6 AM in a ditch or under a bridge, but please remember...I offered to drive you home. And you said no.
The sad thing is that it's 6:45 and you're not far off.
We fucked while The Odyssey played in the background. Homer would be proud.
I'm surprised this is your first encounter with pepper spray. surprised, and somewhat proud.
You almost got us killed.
YOU’RE WELCOME FOR NAVIGATING YOU TO A ONCE IN A LIFETIME EXPERIENCE.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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