I woke up this morning and "The Wood" was on tv. Touche TBS, touche.
in spanish class. the girl next to me asked what Galapagos were. i told her they were islands. now she thinks Galapagos means islands in spanish
Then we managed to set a grill and all 24lbs of meat on it on fire. I didn't help because I was filled with alcohol and extra flammable.
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
she said they gang banged her to "who let the dogs out." the dude left of the middle barked along. sounds like a good time.
I'd like to say he was whispering sweet nothings into my ear all night but really he was just whispering "pussyyy"
If I remember who won the superbowl tomorrow morning.. I think I'm just going to quit drinking. There really won't be a point anymore
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
there are ass prints on the hood of my car.
For months it was all good and well just having sex. Now, something in me has snapped and I'm dreaming of taking turtleneck Christmas pictures with him. Fuck you, we're going out tonight. I need this.
You don't care if I shave my legs, but you insist I be conscious for sex. Whatever. I really think your priorities are out of whack.
I've been rehabbing my soul with cheese and wine lately
IT IS NICKEL SHIT NIGHT
*shot. Why
Did you ever hear the story about the time I did blow in a bar bathroom with the #1 ranked golfer in the world?
im gonna miss him. and by him, i mean his dick
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