yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
i just woke up and "where the fuck is taco bell" was in my search engine...
and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
in the practice room. just found 3 bottles of smirnoff hidden inside the piano. SO glad i didn't get into berklee...
We did naked snow angels in 14 degree weather, you can't tell me you had more liquor at that party
His idea of romance is drunkenly leaving me dead dandelions on my car in the middle of the night
Standards? I'm sitting on his couch eating microwaved ramen wearing his wife's t-shirt. I don't remember what having standards even feels like.
Fake an illness. Her and her friends are like the female version of guys who wear tapout shirts
She's trying to put on her dog muzzle on her self
Full disclosure. I fucked the fatty from work and shit is weird now.
Good friends go out of their way to crop dust your ex not once but twice. I knew we were friends for a reason
It's not even a normal fucking affair I've found myself in. It's a fucking bdsm clusterfuck.
One minute we're singing Wagon Wheel, and the next you're belly dancing in a trash bag on the beer pong table
Omg I joined a choir last night...
That would involve putting on clothes and I don't think I can face that right now.
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