So my graduate coordinator is possible gay man. I may have just found the easiest way to a degree ever.
Good plan b, put your number on all your forms. Hello gamefull employment.
Take that integrity
I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
I put cups full of chips next to every bed, couch, and toilet so that everyone could have a snack when they woke up....
After we finished he asked if I knew if it was a boy or girl. Diet. Starts. Now.
So he thinks I sent him a picture of my boob last night, but it was really just a close up of my arm.
I got you a housewarming gift. It starts with "A" and ends with "bottle of Jameson"
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
I woke up to the sound of gentle rain, only to realize I was laying under a urine trough in the men's restroom. Fuck you, bourbon. Fuck you.
With your fertility you would just get contact pregnant
I knew things were bad when my gyno recommended meditation.
I was thrusting to the beat of Felix Navidad..
Vomit your little heart out. You've got a long day tomorrow
I already popped my bottle of Rose and took my boxers off. No can do muchacho
How I know I've been single too long: I'm reveling in finding out my taken friends are being tragically dumped
Randomize