The night ended with a lot of tears and everyone singing along to Willenium
she has tattoo'd to her hips "grip here" this is why they made spring break
recycled a plan b box. kill a baby. save a tree.
If we see one freshman that cummed on me, we are leaving.
They are chanting tits for freedom and I'm highly considering
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
Quick question: how do I take a nice picture of my ass? I'm asking you because I figure with an ass like yours you're probably experienced.
him being a republican bothers me way more than his coke problem.
Life isn't about who you kiss, drunk, at midnight. It's who you text nonsense to, sober, from the toilet.
She must've been waiting down the street cause after I said I specialized in inner-thigh-face-massage it couldn't have been 2 minutes until she was on my couch.
I was so high I didn't realize I'd put on someone else's bra. I thought my boobs had shrunk.
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
I heard from the downstairs bathroom "WHY CAN'T I WIPE MY ASS IN PEACE!" and a pisscrate of glass bottles breaking
so we have roughly decided that hes the dude all the chicks will bang in college, just so he will do their term papers
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