words cant express how excited I am to make January 1st our own personal version of The Hangover
watching hot guy on train scrolling with his blackberry's track ball... o to be that track ball...
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
If I die on my trip, you're my chosen person. Nightstand-vibrators. Computer-iphoto naked pictures. I hope you feel honored.
I just saw someone EAT a flashcard out of frustration. Finals suck.
I have a cat, a bottle of wine, and a Brazilian man. I need to catch you up on my life
Well despite the fact that I'm still not entirely sure this isn't an elaborate/cunning plan to kill me, I'm in.
Can't keep a straight face around her after she asked me to "make fuck to her."
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.
He ended up buying the equivalent of dinner at a Mexican place, in weed
i tried to propose to him with my nipple ring but i couldnt figure out how to take it out
Btw...refried beans is a terrible thing to throw up.
Adulthood is making your own puke bucket.
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
I was sprawled on his bed and heard him and a girl walk in the apartment. I jumped out the window and am walking down main street wrapped in an american flag blanket. Can you pick me up?
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