So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
I love him more than I love myself. Which is a lot...Because I'm narcissistic.
Acid is not a monday night drug
Opportunity cost of getting to econ after a night on the town > marginal benefit of attending class
i just overheard a girl at the next table saying she gave up sex for lent
don't you ever do that...
I just gave some chick my debit card to put in the jukebox. She better put out.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
Alright. I will breast feed the first person to get here.
Just had a threesome with a hot Turkish guy and an even hotter French lawyer. This what happens when I travel alone. You have only yourself to blame for this.
I HAD TO PAY A COVER FOR THE FIRST TIME LAST NIGHT. My tits didn't get me in and I was so pissed.
I woke up at 6 and was laying at the top of my stairs.
Might call you tomorrow on a drunken hate filled rant, or just a normal hate filled rant, either way be ready.
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
He's just been a dick since he set his face on fire. I just wanted to eat a fucking hot dog.
I think/hope James is drunk. He's standing in the front lawn loudly declaring "I AM a popsicle!" Over and over....
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