its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
i just used my scantron for my final to make paper shotglasses. i'd say i passed in flying colors.
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
I said make yourselves at home, not to put a used condom on my ceiling fan.
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
judging by the mobile uploads you added of me last night, we cant keep living this way.
she fell through a window trying to flash someone
No Robbie is the name of a kid or dog, not an adult man who's fucking you.
She told me she was eating frosting, then I got the weirdest boner ever
I have to sanitize my nipples and its just to cold in here for it to be ok
btw im having a "its finally warm enough for a bbq in Toronto" party tonight. bring all the alcohol you have. and hamburger buns.
Her hookup left his underwear and shorts in the dorm last night... What he was wearing when he left, we may never know.
So stoned that I pressed the unlock button on my car keys to walk into my bedroom...
You know you're stoned when you tell your dog you're stoned only to realise he's not in the pickup
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