ran into someone who graduated hs with us while i was paying for booze in quarters. i love it when people from my past catch me in my classier moments.
You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
I had a wet dream about my mom last night. words can't even begin to discribe how scarred I am. what. the. fuck.
UD be completely fine. you don't lose control just keep a positive environment. for example i really want to lick the wall cause red is delicious but i don't have to.
his profile picture is a blurry one of him holding a beer. i recognized him instantly.
Nothing good has ever or will ever come from 50 cent beers at the bowling alley..
they esentially rejected my mermaid threesome offer:(
Im down. Even tho your nick name intimidates my vagina.
It's ok, I like adventure. Just ask my vagina.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
He peed in the bird bath. Those birds are gonna be pissed
I think it really helped to be hungover at accepted students day. it gave me a good feel for how it would be everyday if I go there.
It's accurate though. I am legitimately passionate about pickles. I crave pickles the same way I crave sex. It is a deep rooted animalistic need
In my dream I had to eat so many peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches
I’m sorry, some of us common-folk don’t have access to steady dick
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