yes, the chronicles of narnia is exactly what happens when you do crack inside of a wardrobe.
The required reading for this week is a paper about birds called great tits. Let's see my TA keep a straight face through this discussion.
And in my birthday dress, with my friends, i peed on myself in line for the club. Still went in and partied. I remember pieces
Legitimate concern. Who am I going to have birthday sex with?
It's either my own vomit or popcorn butter in my ear right now. Banking on the second one.
We made popcorn last night. So it's both
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
Hold on, I need to find something to wear that says "I don't contribute to your daughter's drug problem"
hahahaha what do we need the kangaroos for? please tell me we release them instead of doves
Anddon't worry about me I have my Darth Vader flashlight
I mean of all the things to be cockblocked by, Taco Bell is pretty high on the list
omg so there's this guy on the roof and he just stripped for no reason and now i think he's making out on the rooftop with some other guy? who are these people
I'm somewhere between crying and wanting to orgasm.
Whoever thought of breakup sex is my new best friend
All I remember thinking is, why the fuck are there martians on the ceiling? And they were riding fruit. Like strawberries and shit.
First night in my new place, I had to get drunk to get used to the idea of shitting in a new toilet
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