Writing a book: The Evolution of the Douche Bag: From Popped Collars to Ed Hardy Shirts. Doing research now.
Make sure you include chapters on white sunglasses, spray tans, and toxic amounts of hair gel.
he said he got tested two months ago... he goes with his whole family.
Just woke up with three stitches in my left boob. Nevertheless, I think I'm going to like this school.
Her divorce is going to cut into the amount of time we spend fucking.
I'm in awe of how selfish that is.
im just going to wait until i dont feel like the grim reaper is having sex with me
Going to rent a magician for when I eat shrooms. How has no one thought of this?
I'm in the room..It's full of lost souls and sadness. I can taste the salt of their tears. This final might take a few freshman today..
I remember key bumps, porn and a mom in my bed. Sums up my day.
that is an amazing summary hahaha
Yeah, first time I've shit my pants in my twenties... I'm thinking about putting it on my Facebook timeline
I've already dropped her on the ground of a crowded bar dancing , been incoherent drunk to the point i couldn't speak and came within 2 seconds all on separate evenings so at this point she should know what I'm about
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
I was woken up at 6 am by a second grader trying to give me a sweatshirt for a pillow
Ted is on HBO in 20 minutes...not sure if this or the drunken dance party I had at the bar to a N*SYNC Christmas song 20 minutes ago is the highlight of my week so far.
Drunk wound on my leg hast healed and neither has my dignity
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
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