What are you doing?
High. Watching Billy Mays infomercials...
That guy could sell me cancer.
I put the beer in my little red riding hood basket.
I had one margarita and got the worst headache of my life... its like my liver has senior week ptsd
so why are there three stressed gay men and a bowl of vomit in the smoke room?
Heed the warning of the ghost of Oktoberfest present: German beer is soooooooo much better than our watered down children's piss. also lost all my clothes and am wearing lederhosen the rest of the trip.
Just finished my quantum homework in ladies room writing with eyeliner. I am the party/physics champion.
He asked me if I wanted to play "Edouard Mandevan," turns out that's French for Edward Winehands
Aaaaand now he just flexed his muscles at me and said "I'm a fucking eagle!"
I found a blow up pig at an adult store. He will have to fuck that on video if he wants anal. Also, I bought a pair of clear high heels. Tell your brother I love him.
the police report says i screamed sanctuary from a jungle gym at the playground when they caught up with us, obviously they disregarded international law.
If I take one more surprise finger up the ass this week there will be hell to pay.
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
A guy who takes a plate of chicken tenders away from us is not to be trusted or slept with
I have a hunchback of notre dame journal from when I was 6 wherein sits a diary entry that reads "saw liar liar today. Carrey's best yet" and that's all.
She actually made an event on facebook for tomorrow when she does a pregnancy test, 8 people are attenting so far
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