that place is a roofie-colada waiting to happen
i'm ok with that.. with the right DD it's just a cheaper drunk.. it's the economy, stupid
I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
I'm currently trying to figure out how I woke up naked and handcuffed to my bed. Not real worried about class right now.
Maybe I need a light up heart over my vagina like Christina aguilera to get the point across
I was sleeping on the bathroom floor and thought a wet towel might keep me warm.
There was a canoe full of alcohol. It was literally a boat load of fun
If he's dead I'm so gonna get the blame. I have his passport, keys and his tooth in my purse.
in a thick russian accent she said "im not so good with english, much better with dick"
The chips are stabbing my teeth, and I can feel the muscle under my mouth contracting.
And our DD is passed out in the bathtub with the curtain closed. What happened tonight
I dont understand why so many people are content staying in and avoiding alcohol and sex
i am no longer ashamed when i walk into the dining hall for sunday brunch and i'm greeted with applause for suriving my weekend
Your boobs are like a folk legend.
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
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