I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
kill, fuck, marry: alice cullen, hermione granger, ginny weasley.
damn... fuck alice for sure, I feel bad but i think I have to say marry ginny... and kill hermoine! I can't believe I'm answering this right now.
ok please explain why some one shaved half of my pubes?
Martha Stewart would most definitely roll a great joint.
Meanwhile I am sitting on the couch with a 32 ounce rum and coke trying to decide if I'm too drunk to go get french fries.
Her dad high fived me on the way out the door. Not the reaction i expected after she came so loud.
Is it possible to rally from a drunken seizure?
I'm still drunk. I put on workout clothes this morning and just puked in my bathroom. That's the same as going to the gym, right?
I didn't know I was invited to an orgy.
Elliott peed on my floor and slept in it lol that's a one line description.
Did I see you at the bar last night?
Yes. You just kept grabbing my boobs and saying how much better they are than yours...
About to wash down a xan with an iced pumpkin spiced latte from starbs and I feel like I've never lived up to my stereotype so much at one time
Omg I just smoked and it was the end so I basically got resin and death, my throat feels like the twilight vampire description of their thirst for blood
I'm still very high. To be blunt. No pun intended.
Granted, I did not plan to spend ANY hour of the last day of 2020 sober.
Randomize