There is no way to make a throwing up smiley so just picture it....
ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
Im the macgyver of cooling down beers. The toilet tank was blocked so I couldn't use it.....
Now back to adults eating hotdogs.
That's the last time I get in a car with six rappers headed to god knows where.
I have invented a new game to play on campus. It's called "Mormons or Pledges?" It's fantastic.
I've already come to terms that I'm gonna have to bone a few gross librarians, but hey, it's college
Question. There's no better feeling than clean shaven balls. Do girls get that too?
Using my graduation announcement box as a table to roll a blunt on. I've official stopped giving a shit about senior year
I am thinking about buying a decorative chest for all our sex stuff....
I'm going to book club and then I'm going to get laid. Being in your 20s ain't so bad sometimes.
I woke up this morning fully clothed with a dart in my pocket
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