Ways to know you did something wrong: you sugar-coated it for your therapist.
she added me on facebook and her celebrity doppelganger is rosie odonnel. FUCK
I wasted some perfectly good semen on her
every single one of us blacked out. we woke up the next morning and it was like the night never happened. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY
he said that weed should be legal but that particular bong shouldn't be. i stared at a clock for an hour and a half after i ripped. so logically, i completely agree.
She said we could only have sex if she got to keep her fake moustache on during
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
New Mean Girls drinking game: Everytime someone says Africa or Math, chug.
Hungover in church. I can feel stained glass Jesus judging me.
i had a super strange, mommy/daddy issuestastic, mildly freudian, i-might-as-well-become-a-stripper-now-and-stop-fighting-the-inevitable dream last night :(
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
It's dollar drink night and I have my honors society initiation tomorrow. Somehow I think this will not end well.
you bleached my bangs. i have an interview later today and you assholes bleached my bangs.
I love you. Go after that dick
On the good side I got hit on by a cute college guy. But the bad side was having sex in a frat house for first time in 9 years
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