Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
they came at us with fireworks while we were skinny dipping in her jacuzzi at 4 am...
I woke up naked in his kitchen...His name is Mike and we're having a "what happened last night" beer.
What's life without a lamp shade you wore home?
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
hot boxing the bathroom at chili's. where the fuck are you, it's too big of a box for just one person.
I came in and she was laying on the ground just stoking it saying "the floor is where our feet step"
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
By the way, just opened the browser on my phone for the first time today... And it was it the "images" section of "who invented ass fucking"
So thanks for that
If someone told me one person in the department was secretly a death eater, I would suspect her, no contest.
I've got to stop being so hungover that I puke in the fine establishments of this glorious town.
She tried doing a backflip and ended up doing somersaults down the entire stair case.
Also my roomate used some of my condoms so she gave me her hummus. Great trade
We need to get walkie talkies for when we're drunk so if we are at different parties or lost we can talk
It's been a week I should not still be finding glitter in my pants.
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