: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
They were so loud I wrote them a sex critique and taped it to his door.
i DID NOT walk around with my knees bent and my hands behind my back with long spandex and underarmour pretending to be Apollo Ono
i've learned that i'm good at stealing things. like live cats.
Beautiful fucking linguistics Shakespeare, but youre still not doing that to my face
Company sent me first class out of state, got so drunk on the plane I started handing out pillows and blankets to the people in coach
Drunk Karaoke resulted in only 8 injuries this time, so there is some improvement.
I puked into my skirt and then had to carry it to the bathroom and dump it out, Lmfao and it was like 2pm
Blame the bisexuality and move on?
She used to be cute, back when we were young.
Oh well, so were platform jellies. Shit changes.
I've never been so drunk at home. I just sat on the toilet playing with toilet paper for ten minutes, I almost made a paper crane.
HE CHOSE A RESTAURANT AND MADE A FUCKING RESERVATION. I AM SHOOK
Fuck. I think I can already feel tomorrow's hangover. It's like future me cane back to warn present me about the impending doom but didn't turn the time dial back far enough.
Grumpy Cat is dead and fuck EVERYTHING.
I came twice AND he sent me home with edibles. I think he’s a keeper.
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