i nerd-gasmd. plain and simple.
the thought of Anne Coulter teabagging Dick Cheney kills me everytime.
its not stalking. its research.
I think a girl in front of me glued an ugg tag to a weird pair of boots.
is it sad that I can recall my outfits by who took them off?
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
I'd love to sympathize with you but I'm drunk in a mansion
He had a joint rolled for us when he picked me up. It's how ASU does romance
Welp, I can cross "making out with a guy in a dress" off my bucket list...
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
Definitely ended up doing Coke with Chewbacca in the porta potty behind the haunted house.
He just looks like he'd be good in bed. He looks like he has a lot of anger built up in him and all I'm saying is that if he took out on my vagina I'm cool with that
At least they took the pillow of my bed before they had sex. My friends are so polite.
I just saw a guy faceplant off a unicycle while holding a saxophone, while his buddy riding another unicycle and sporting a flute rode by laughing
Only at UConn...
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