I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
Today in class was pretty awsome. I dont feel like i have to throw up and im actually paying attention. This is a first for friday
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
2011 senior yearbook drinking game. we're taking a shot whenever some dumbass uses that quote about how life isn't isn't about the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away. also that retarded wayne gretzky one about missing shots you don't take.
In your defense, I really thought capturing that alligator would have been a lot more awesome and a lot less tragic.
RIP Mr Bojangles.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
Its kind of weird knowing that im only seeing you that day to fuck in some woods
The bartender charged us for drinks. Life is different.
Went to night shots with Kayla... she punched this guy and I got his friends number. Not sure if she's the best or worst wingman ever.
This day took a left turn at "This is your going away party, I got a bunch of blow."
I got a charlie horse in my ass while masturbating. We are never been going to that boot camp again.
And all i could do was bury the part of me that felt guilty for cradle robbing and put on my dick swallowing bib.
On another note, I almost lost one side of my fake butt. Dancing the wobble with the fake butt isn't recommend.
This is a question I thought I'd never have to ask. How many hits of acid did you give your dad tonight?
My drunk ass is being chauffeured around like the damn queen of England
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