well i did feel guilty about it. until i saw how hot the guy was the next day. now, nothing but pride.
there's a wrestler here in a Ferrari//puma hoodie who is telling girls his win//loss record as a pickup line.
I'm going to kill the bastard that switches my hot hookups from the previous night with ugly chicks
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
she said she was gay. i said prove it. she said "ok i wont fuck you"
The one from last night got me a whole floor of Eskimo Brothers. There was a celebration of high fiving as I left
my mom just cut me up lemons and limes so i would have some vitamins with my tequlia
I'm cuddling with a baby pig and drinking champagne right now.
Please. That's just a patriotism boner. I watched Michael phelps win another medal and had to change my underwear.
The shit I just took was four, very distinct colors. Jager night was a success
Thing I actually said tonight: "I want to achieve Ultimate level drunkenness, I'm only at Champion"
We are such grown women, dealing with life's problems one shower beer and reckless makeout session at a time.
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
Just got a handjob in my psych lecture. You were right, going to class is paying off.
So... he's my second cousin's step-bro... To do or not to do?
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