I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
I'm starting to have hip problems from having my legs spread too often.
im wtih 32a right now bc 34d is on her period. now i know how girls feel when their hookups go from magnums to regulars
it took me 20 minutes to get her upstairs... she crawled under a car and wouldn't come out.
She was giving me that "well this is awkward since you drunkedly tried to hook up with me" look.
dude Steve you don't even know. its just been one hairy asshole after another.
He got kicked out 3 times. I have no idea how he kept getting back in. I saw him walking on the highway the next morning.
You're right. I woke up today with my ugly sweater still on and no pants. I'd say it was a successful night.
I have no inclination to even want to think about what God's existential meltdown is going to be like. O.o
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.
Definitely not.
Hope you are okay. You were running down the street with shopping cart at one point and yelling "bitches aint shit!"
I woke up to him crying and pouring pixy stix in my mouth saying they would bring me back to life.
I'm in love. Her name is Jamie. She's beautiful. She punched me in the face.
we f'd six times
f'd?
its sunday, i cant say fucked
This is the third time I have overheard parents tell their children "don't be that girl" in reference to me. I'm either doing something horribly wrong or amazingly right
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