The best part was that when i tried to chase her she ran off in one of those barbie motorized jeeps that little kids use and i chased her on a big wheel, thru lincoln terrace
you insisted on breathalizing me with a inhaler.
We were both halfway out the window trying to give each other high fives over the roof while the dude was going 150.
Couldn't get it up. She asked me what she was doing wrong. Didn't have the heart to tell her. I appreciated her willingness to adapt, but she's pretty much gonna look that bad her whole life.
You better not fucking die before we have sex while you blow fire. I'm serious. Don't mess up my sexual bucket list.
No kidding. I just keep looking at that 'under 21 until 11/21/2011' on my id and whispering "soon enough"
Remind me again why a vodka watermelon can't be a thanksgiving dish
I need you to help me convince Steph that she will like Tequila if she would chase it with A-1
And now I'm drinking leftover wine in the grad lounge because fuck my life
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
So do I get to ride the beginning of the November stache or what?
I just hip-checked Santa and stole his cab.
I'm pretty sure my calc professer is on coke. He's just too excited for this to be an 8am class.
I don't care that he's really strong. I need him to make me cum not fix my back problems
Put down the Captain Crunch and get over here. It’s a dickfest!!
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