I thought it was weird that her dad told me to finish and get out after he walked in on us. I like him
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
We fucked twice, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came back to him playing "Your Body is A Wonderland" on his guitar naked in my bed.
I found your dream girl. She looked 11 but drove and on her key chain it said "if i am not wasted the day is"
I brought my laptop into the bathroom so I can facebook while vomiting. New low?
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
The world is my kaleidiscope. I see whatever the alcohol wants me to.
no one could get around him on the stairs cause he surrounded himself with all the empties he could find, he said he was building a fort. then he passed out on them.
You need to stop blackout tweeting at him to have sex with you on the roof of your dorm. He doesn't even have a twitter.
I wasn't concerned until I realized he was using the vase my birthday flowers came in as a " big glass" for his 151 and coke.
I'd like to thank you fucktards for dumping the WHOLE box of Tricuits in my bed after I passed out.
Find me a cup with a lid so I can illegally drink in your car. I'll be there in bout 10 minutes.
He's gonna be so upset when he get's a real job and can't do serious drugs.
Car is still out of commission. Looks like it's Grape Nuts and scotch for dinner.
Well, let's just say, I got that eye patch like we were joking about
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