Call it a failed empirical study as to whether drugs would make her more interesting. or at least better in bed.
i hate this class. from the way they're all staring you would think they've never seen a girl in basketball shorts, heels and sunglasses.
Sooo just headbutted a stripper, meet you outside
I'll be accepting presents in the forms of drinks, drugs, and orgasms. So any or all of those will be fine.
About six hours after the bottle of smirnoff, I was googling "losing your stomach lining" and calling my mom for help. She has experience.
I have a surprise for you
Is it drugs? I want drugs. Or a puppy!
So as I left the Australian's hotel room, I said "Welcome to America. You're going to do just fine here."
after the shots you kept on yelling "this is for the dreamers"
YOUR BALLS CAME OUT. DONT CALL ME A SHITSHOW.
Number of twigs I found in my hair: 5
i decided if i had to, i could survive with only 3 fingers on each hand.
Bless her heart. Her stupid, drunk, adderall-ed heart.
Less than a month to graduation and I'm still blacking out on the reg tonguing down the closest breathing organism preferably with a penis but I'm flexible, and still havent figured out how to be functional on Fridays. WHY don't they teach us valuable shit at this institution!?
My mom added me on Snapchat which means I am officially done with Snapchat.
Why did I wake up covered in glitter next to a half eaten cheeseburger?
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