I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
Ugh I just know that when I take off his pants his underwear will have Megan's Law written all over them.
Update: no underwear. Greeeeen light.
had to ask my 13 year old sister if she knew any dealers... she did. it's good to be home.
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
At what point in your drunken state would you actually believe that the cops wanted to party with you?
how was ur day?
this is strictly sexting don't make small talk.
His apology was sex and a subway sandwich. Strangely, I'm okay with that.
I greatly enjoy being related to her. Even if is it only by a penis.
Bringing families together since 1987
I'd say it's his fault for never running us through proper protocol for "catching your RA in the middle of him banging some girl"
You were so stoked after landing that flip that you dropped acid with three random guys without hesitation
Say what you want about my van, but I've got more action there than in my apartment. A body pillow and a joint still go a long way!
Not sure if buying Twisted Teas for the alcoholics posted up outside the gas station counts as paying it forward but I am optimistic.
My party ended early and I have a mountain of shrimp and weed
I just drunkenly emailed my feminist dissertation as a resignation letter for my call center job. What am I doing with my life!?
He ate me out while I stood on his bed drinking a Rainier.
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