i was like. eff you dude i'm 100% american. i went to a high school prom and i like springstein songs and i take rides in chevrolets.
it was like one of those moments where the couple runs together and kisses and everyone in the airport claps. but instead of clapping an indian guy walked by and said 'ahhhright! get some!'
somehow I got talked into dressing up like a hot dog, spinning around ten times, and shooting lay ups in front of thousands of students
Bartending School is so much more enjoyable now that I realized I was in rehab at this time last year.
Life lesson today, a six foot hot guy I meet at a party CANNOT fit on my bike with me.
He left a trail of vomit straight from our dorm to the bathroom. Looks like we have our identities for the rest of the year.
I'm convinced my penis is the only thing holding this relationship together.
I stole something. Which direction out are you guys gonna go
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
EVERYTHING IS DISNEY. Even my sexting can lead to Disney.
I just literally had a dance party in my closet. I've never been this blazed.
Living a little to me does not involve choreographed Michael Jackson songs
I was hoping for a marriage proposal... Or at least an offer to sleep in his bed.
I'm so happy we share a mutual love of laughing at religion.
I made out with my moms boyfriends son last night. Thanksgiving is gonna be reeeal fun!
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