In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
im not picky. i just want someone whod go down on me while im writing my psych midterm paper. thats not a lot to ask.
Typcal friday morning so far. Puke, shower, commute/puke, coffee, puke, coffee, bagel, good to go. Lunch today?
I feel like I knew it was fucked up, but feared that god would take my dick away if I didn't use it last night.
I don't know bro, all I could remember is that he kept saying hallelujah and calling that girl Slutimus Prime
I think if I set up a series of baby gates up the stairs each one more difficult to undo then the last that should be able to stop your drunk vagina.
Oh my god I forgot there were Band-Aids on my nipples
Tomorrow may or may not be a problem cause i'll be wonder woman for a halloween party aka i'll be fucked up & try & jump off of shit thinking i can fly
Desperation looks like a $1 bottle of vodka and warm Cuban tap water.
Science requires me to take a picture of your nipples.
You're the only person I know who's experienced a micropenis and a magnum XL penis
Youre saying I should leave him? Have you seen the dating pool these days? It's terrifying, and in the capital region it's straight Norman Bates
YOU ATE THE FUCKING GOLDFISH!?
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