Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
For some reason I just don't think you going to the gay bar alone on thanksgiving is a good idea.
I broke his nose at the bar and he still went home with me.
I'm not making any promises. But if I start throwing food at you, just go with it.
she broke my one feeling. seriously I think she broke my dick.
I don't know at which point last night turned terribly, terribly wrong, but it was somewhere around Motel 6, specifically the parking lot.
Facebook stalking ex-girlfriends who went to rehab. This is my life.
The fact that there are multiple ex-girlfriends who have been to rehab concerns me
Drinking, I should not. Got here I don't know. Still drunk, I am. At courtneys.
so he had an ashton kutcher Kelso haircurt. dude, we're in our mid to late 20s, I don't think we can ridicule guys for having hair anymore.
Idk what the interview would be like but I imagine you in a suit and tie surveying a nervous freshman and eventually leading him into a labyrinth of debauchery and clapping him on the back, saying "welcome to the fraternity, son"
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
Omg. I can't go on a date with this man. His kids are too ugly.
Tonight I researched being a phone sex operator and teaching English at a French school in Africa. I think my future lacks direction
I would fuck him just for his dog
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
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