the reason why you were crawling on your hands and knees from room to room last night was because you thought the ceiling fans were chasing you...
that makes sense.
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
he drunkenly pissed himself on the deck, in the bathroom, and on my couch within the span of an hour
its like an avodart commercial...maybe he has a growing problem
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
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
I'm confused are we getting high or did someone actually die?
Thanks for walking over, a conversation about David Bowie's dick as a muppet is exactly what my day was missing.
Only Jon could get an entire commuter train to chant "Ride! Jon! Home!" to get a girl in bed.
I picked up a chick last night on crutches wearing a I am boobman tshirt. I love raves.
You left me a voice message at 5 a.m. It was mostly incoherent noise, you screaming my name and then something about a man with two butt holes...
There. Isnt. A. Single. Person. Who. Is. Not. High. At. Church.
He was stoned and starts screaming, "I ain't got but a dollar, I wanna hear waterfalls!". Maybe he can hang with us....
I puked on her cat, I think I should at least buy her breakfast
Woah don't start going all boyfriend on me now, you're here for one thing and one thing only and that's sex, hot shameless sex.
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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