We found them in a dumpster making out trying to get their privacy
i get of class at 4. it takes me 17 minutes to walk home and 3 to load a bowl. thank you, priority registration.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
gay flight attendant. racoons. kegels. bartender with missing teeth. too many birthdays. fucckk.
You started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka."
I feel like that needs to be the last time i end a text with "fuck them i love tequila".
I am trying to think of a way to tell him about thanksgiving and the following weekend in a way that makes me sound funny and exciting and not like an alcoholic
The hot guy sitting next to me in the lib is reading a book called "Impersonal sex in public places." How wrong would it be to give him my number when I bounce?
We're high and this subject came up and I'd like a female opinion: if you were a dude, what would you do if a girl tried to give you a foot job?
As if right now I am a humanitarian. Full story to come in the morning. It involves sex.
Someone's shaving their pubes at work every Monday and it's starting to piss me off
I mean come on
11/10 would buy him a McLobster
Do they still have sex clubs in San Francisco? Because that'd be an interesting way to spend Easter.
He's gonna do me a solid for doing her a solid. It's like pay it foward. But with sex.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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