I just spent the night with a bunch of indian guys and i wasn't attracted to a single one. Yeah i've officially become an anti-indian indian.
His facebook profile says he's interested in men, but i'm choosing to ignore that
The last thing I remember is yelling "ill handle this" while wearing a lion suit and holding a jug of vodka when the RAs came
i offered her breakfast shots. she politely declined.
im never drinking wine from a person in a wet suit and goggles ever again.
The floor and the wall just switched. I'm falling.
Im otw to class. I was at the Library. Just past three girls with a bottle of tequila playing dizzy bat.
I just want to steal his innocence through his penis. I really do.
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
Charles Manson is Getting Married and I stare down at my tits and wonder how I am possibly single.
I didn't rip your fishnets, WE ripped your fishnets.
Our friendship just got weirder. He snapchated me the porn he was watching.
I just chased my hot mailman down the street to ask him out and now I am 98% positive he gave me a fake number.
If you're not my stylist, having sex with me, or agreeing to have sex with me don't fucking touch my hair.
I did what i always do when i miss him; masturbate and watch Bridges of Madison County.
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