grad school is all the worst parts of undergrad, without the binge drinking and bad decisions to make up for it
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
so he came in me this morning and i was like WTF DUDE. i called him Daddy until he agreed to pay the full $40 for plan B. He wants to name our Patrick because it will be a st pattys day baby. absolutely NOT.
So I'm pretty sure I fucked the dept of homeland security guy on my kitchen table. No recollection of it, but there are signs.
The only ground rules are no one is allowed to come who will say "no, that's a bad idea" or "what if we get arrested?"
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
The first clue should've been that he literally had shit in his hair. How does that even happen?
Wow, nothing is more special than changing the channel and seeing the guy who groped you on Saturday night...
I need to pack up my vagina and leave. We only do bad things together.
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
him being a republican bothers me way more than his coke problem.
She made me a smoothie in the morning.. It was vodka and fruit.
All I ever wanted was my bed, Tylenol, and total darkness. Instead I had a pervert with porno posters who blares german rock calling me tootsie pop. How was your saturday night?
"You can have sex in my class, just stay quiet. I don't like noise." My professor... Shall make for an interesting semester.
Let's just face it you're going to have an arrangement with your future wife your fuck me on Thursdays
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