: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
nope im down the street in my car watching the front of her house. its actually less creepy than it sounds
you called your neighbor "slutsauce" then passed out on the stairway. not even sure why, but props to you.
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
My mouth feels like I've been chewing on leather and firecrackers for the past 3 days
You went through my pantry and left one of everything in the box. One cracker. One cheesit. One piece of cereal. I really fucking hate you.
This lady gave me four cups to go along with my gallon of daiquiri. Silly girl, all I need is a straw.
Me and Jason had to grab your legs and arms and drag you in the house. You kept screaming "leave me for dead"
YOU BROUGHT HANDCUFFS TO THE WHITE ELEPHANT EXCHANGE AND DIDN'T TELL ME???
gin. gin. Gin. GIN GIN GINGINFFdJH
I think I just shit out all my problems.
fucking him is like fucking old faithful. you could set your watch by his orgasms.
Dammit. the window insulation sheets are too small for my windows. Yet again I am disappointed by size
One lesson I've learned so far from college: You've always got time for one more shot. Always
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