so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
I can handle NPR. I speak hippie. I took it in college.
Look what our sorority has done to us...we're hitting on girls in hopes of getting an awesome little.
I don't know. I woke up in the back of a cab in a drive thru line at whataburger with police lights flashing and my friend yelling" you didn't have to sell us out phil!" to the cab driver.
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
Trust me. My penis has made more than enough decisions this weekend.
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
by "whatever happens, happens" i meant "we are totally hooking up again on tuesday." i thought that was obvious.
I just sang country roads at the top of my lungs with my cab driver. Tonight was a success.
And that's why we do second round interviews for possible roommates.
WE SHOULD MAKE A WORKOUT ROUTINE CALLED BARCARDIO
Going back to the ever classy sneak out to the fridge and swig liquor from the bottle method. That it is legal for me to drink here makes the fact that I have to do this all the more depressing.
you're now officially the 3000 mile booty call. congrats.
I just told my bowl "sorry" for putting it down, because I thought I hurt its feelings. omg. I'm high.
I was just at the gas station and happened to look left and see a girl blowing some guy. How was your night?
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