my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
If I saw her on the street and didn't know about the two of them, I would think the only way she'd ever find love was if she somehow found her way to middle earth and an orc took her in
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
Fucking Canada. At least when they wake up tomorrow they're still in Canada
i just went to use the bathroom this morning and I couldn't because there was someone puking in every stall. i'm going to miss the dorms this summer
He def has a gf... But hes 7 feet tall and that superceeds any morality I may have.
I mean we've tried to get high on nutmeg, we clearly dont know the definition of "too far"
He upper decked the toilet, got himself lit on fire 6 times and lit 4 other people on fire in the course of 3 days.
Either way, he made a blog for his cat.
it was the drunk execution of a sober decision, and its much more tasteful than the first mullet
In all seriousness, if tomorrow night becomes a heated game of Which Ex Gets To Take The Plastered Birthday Girl Home, I'm going to bow out with my integrity intact.
on the way home I asked you what exit we get off at and your answer was "just like the goldfish"
I fingered her though her window because she couldn't leave
You just sat there for two solid hours staring at your monitor and every five minutes screamed "LEGOOOOOS"
Why do I always have at least 8 men with whom I am conducting some sort of poorly planned love experiment?
Randomize
