Let's hustle tonight so we can relax tomorrow
Perfect. Like where your heads at
By relax I mean have sex
margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
so Brent and I ordered you a drink then realized you don't live here. I drank it.
and everytime i fart i feel like in your heart, you can hear it
just skyped with my friend to listen in on the people talking shit about me in the library. creepy or strategic?
If i'm not hungover, near death, and wondering what i did the night before on Monday, life is not worth living.
wait can you just look around please? that was my favorite bra and i've already asked like 3 other guys
I wish i could be on x for the rest of my life.
So two questions...why am I covered in muffins and are there pictures of this.
Fuck you. You would only tell me how to get to your house in Spanish.
we can't get the sharpie off the toilet seat from where you pressed your forearm with THUG LIFE written on it while you puked until 3 last night
bad sex. bad bad bad. it was like trying to pick up an overcooked noodle with an empty pringles can. why do these guys always seem to find me?
Ong my arms are moving wo my consent
Someone stole a lamp last night.
I AM OFFICIALLY LICENSED TO BE A LESBIAN
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