So...we accidentally left a bag of puke in your sister's room. Heads up.
Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
just found out my sister was breast fed and i was not...pretty upset about that.
HOLY SHIT HE'S TRYING TO EAT HIS FOOT. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
I'm just pissed at the whore who takes over my body when I'm blacked out.
Found out it was only pneumonia. We celebrated hydrocodone cough syrup. Two long island ice teas at lunch and the random white powder we found in her purse. Mother of the year award.
You told me my blanket felt like ground beef.
I sobered up and saw I was with the fat one and you had left laughing with the hot one. You're a terrible wingman, but an excellent manipulator
If you've ever wondered what a shitshow is, just watch me at the bar on a Friday. Or Tuesday. Take your pick.
Why do I have a vague memory of your entire fraternity climbing in through my bedroom window?
I don't think this guy is worth it unless he's a skilled sexual amigo
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
I'm fucking sick of guys. I think I'm going to date myself. No drama. And I know I'll always put out.
I'm beginning to think shitting his pants is just a normal thing for him.
Well I want to be mistreated and called a slut and finger banged
But I guess hugs would be nice
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