I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
I don't understand how anyone could look at him and think, 'Yeah, that's a good idea.'
i just walked in on him masterbating..to a picture of me. that definitely has to be true love.
He is now the second fuck buddy that i have met by walking up and grinding on him. My ass is so much more productive than dating
Does making ice cubes at 4 in the morning count as being productive?
We are not turning the camelbak into a beer bong
He's so young, I keep getting a mental image of him in footie pajamas. It's cute but it's wrong. Or is it?
i swear i just dislocated a hip staying still
Maybe it's because I walked straight up to that shelf of vodka with a look of determination that said "I mean business".
I usually have to have a cart! If that doesn't say "I mean business" then I don't know what does
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
no we have a special triathlon I'm entering us in. drinking, fucking, and sleeping. I think we have a good shot.
Do you remember telling the Uber driver that "his cologne makes you want to bone"?
Oh yeah, you are a real peach except for shitting uncontrollably and bleeding out of your face.
its official, you're fucking me on my lunch break. the only thing I want in my mouth is your dick. pick me up at noon.
want fries with that?
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