You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
so my class lasted 15 minutes this morning because this kid puked all over himself..only at radford
I learned his name tonight. This now makes him a real person. Obviously, I no longer want to sleep with him.
i mean he wasn't bad looking, but i wouldn't have slept with my professor if i knew everyone would get an A
when i was ordering pizza, the guy muffled the phone but i could clearly hear him say "its that drunk bitch again"
So I have some interesting news. The pizza guy called the cops on me...
Home remedy for the herp. Black tea. I need to strap teabags to my wang.
Just watched the couple I sit for and 4 of their friends shotgun beers like college kids. Please let this be us when we get older.
The fact that I found him in his Ninja Turtles t-shirt next to six empty and obviously consumed packs of EasyMac watching reruns of Becker certainly made telling him that I wanted a divorce so much easier than I had planned.
She posted on her FB that he moved out...It's like she wants me to fuck him.
Its 6am and I'm sitting on the couch watching Clifford. Crying into my risotto because emily elizabeth helped the girl in the wheelchair get over her stagefright so she can win a trophy. Never drinking alone again.
Lesson learned. Don't roleplay with a real knife.
you told me you wanted to be a soccer mom with a high tolerance then you put the bottle to your face
Should I wish him a happy birthday?
Well he has been inside of you enough times that you probably should.
So what we learned was that it doesn't matter how skinny the stripper is, if she sits on your knee with a torn acl for two hours it's going to swell up
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