Mario Lopez is the poor mans Ryan Seacrest
a guy from my religion class just walked in with a red cup. hello first friday of 2nd semester.
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
Last I saw him was around 10 this morning. He was passed out on the porch with his head under the barbeque cover and there were cups of orange juice around him as well as loose tobacco spread everywhere. Good luck getting a hold of him.
So I found a skull ring inside me this morning. I'm assuming its yours, so I'll leave it in my mailbox for you - it looks expensive.
I awoke this morning alone and naked in my bed I forecast my date later not going so well because I have three giant hickies on my neck there is a note next to my bed that looks a 3rd grader wrote it on my college acceptance letter
I cannot describe the pre-ejaculative horrors thru the medium of text messaging
I'm crying at a bar by myself drinking a pear martini drawing things dicks are scared of. How was your day?
So I just stirred my shower drink with my razor.
I'm not going to ask which end you used.
Ive done some fucked up shit, but last night was the first I have Poured milk on anothers mans face in the shower.
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
After we won I just ran all over campus for a couple hours. Then made out with a guy on a bench
I'm rolling and just noticed that the thread count on these sheets is horrendous.
I didn't want dick. I wanted spaghetti.
I was covered in mud from my knees down, I smelt like the inside of a port-a-potty and only had mascara on one eye. . . so you know your usual Sunday brunch.
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