fireball beer pong. youre missing out
how is that even possible?
ove gloves.
be there in ten.
the world took limewire and four lokos away from me in one week....hello depression
I have officially had sex in every room on my floor. Don't say I'm not an amazing RA.
I got called a drunken housewife today in class. I'm proud, not many people can say they've achieved their life goals like I have by the time they turn 20
got blackout drunk at the conference and wandered around Minneapolis with a homeless person until one of the other interns found me...I think I'm ready for adulthood.
We play beat the clock every morning. When the alarm goes off, she hits snooze and drops her panties. If I can't finish in time to beat the snooze, she jumps in the shower and I've gotta jerk off.
You're doing a terrible job of letting me hook up with girls vicariously through you.
Or maybe I'll just keep introducing myself like, hello, they call me iane because I need the D. Applications are submitted online, women need not apply.
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
She used my 100 Ways To Cope With Stress handout to wipe puke off her face
The night was crazy enough that we did a workout. Instructed by the bouncer at 2am
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
Far be it from me to tell you where you store your dildos but from an interior decorating standpoint not fucking there
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
What?? I could've slept with an ordained minister!
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