Your tits are I can't wait for
i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
My recently uploaded pictures to facebook: Me partying on Beale St. with a single girl on each arm. Ex's recently upload pictures: Several pictures of cats. I win.
All she was asking was for you to describe your coat so she could get it, but you kept yelling at her so the security threw you out.
I'd rate him "doable" on a scale from "ew, run" to "you should've already fucked him".
That's about an "8" on normal scales.
I have the Everlasting Gobstopper of boners right now. It's kinda like a gift from god, but I don't want to spend anymore time with this girl than I have to.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
Nope. Daytime is texting time. Night time is you send me naked pictures time.
Apparently all year they've been using me as a standard of drunkenness
There's always a certain something about a day that begins with your panties in your purse.
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
I wanted to make out with that blonde just so I could deck her boyfriend and make things interesting.
At least that would be something.
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
I wanna hang out. The cats don't talk back.
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT
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