He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
we were taking shots of hot tequila, which is even worse than it sounds
WTF YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?
Oh yeah that.
I found out that all you need to write a 12 page paper is adderall and twizzlers
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
idk but i have you stored in my phone as 'guy with beard doing body shots'
I might've decided it was a good idea to try to steal all of the pool balls at the pub... I apologize in advance that we now need to become regulars somewhere (anywhere) else.
Things are burning & the world smells of peanut butter. It's beautiful.
Vaguely remember? You pushed George and two other fellas out the way to hug me, screamed gandalf before chugging your beer and smashing the bottle on the floor. I lolled.
Do you think casino weekend will remind us once again that we in fact are not mature enough to be this old?
He asked me the next morning if he fell asleep inside of me. Drunk is an understatement.
Let's just say his oral game was lacking. Hell, lacking is too nice of a word to describe it.
And you seriously thought you could just walk in naked with a bow tied around your penis?
It seemed like a good idea at the time...
Blunts beyotch
What? Joints? Blunts?
I'll refer you to my previous text: "Blunts beyotch"
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