That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
I don't think so, think I've only met him once, the night I lost my teeth
just peed on the 7/11 floor and casually left. Omg so drunk
I cleaned out the fridge, had to pound the brews. I am going to be wrecked for my final at 1
I also have a full keg. I'm thinking about crashing a party, they can't get mad if I bring a keg of beer.
So he was supposed to be helping me with my math but instead we ended up drinking coconut rum in his basement and having sex. I think my mom was right, getting a tutor will be good for me. Relieves the stress.
They wear helmets and mouth pieces when they drink...u down?
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
Also my vagina isn't a crater of death where nothing comes out
It's okay. I've dumbed down my notes over the semester because I knew I wouldn't be up to understanding things come finals.
1. My arms are cement 2. I wish dogs could answer the phone
I'm at an awkward stage of not being able to tell if I wanna keep having fun or if I need to die in bed
I just want to drink cheap wine and throw my bra at an aging singer songwriter
wtf I can't believe that bar tender told on me to my mom
I can't believe he's mad at you for not remembering your fake anniversary.
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