You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Dude. Creed is coming in september.
We're no longer friends.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
just spent all of my last class as a college student, vomiting in the bathroom. its moments like these i will cherish
i knew it was going to be a good night when i was bleeding, licked it and it tasted like miller light
Everything was good until you pulled the bartenders hair because she cut you off
I basically have a picture with a half naked foreign exchange student. He kept screaming rolltide and i felt like a traitor
I thought it went well, but he just sent me a video of me sucking an icicle on the fire escape of his building with the caption "The ice got more than I did." Somehow I feel like I owe him a blowjob.
Apparently campus cops frown on lighting a joint off of the eternal flame on Jerry Falwell's grave...
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
Pissing into the Grand Canyon is the single most liberating thing I've ever done in my entire life
For the first time in my life, I still have money by the next payday. Who is this responsible person and what have they done with the real me?
My ass is in a myriad of pain right now
Lesson learned - Taco Bell before a long night of BDSM is a BAD idea
Been smoking since 4. The inevitable finally happened: I bought a cheesecake.
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