Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
I opened my browser to a doctor page titled "serious pain under left side of ribcage". Last night must have been healthy.
I won't be sarcastic... just naked
May or may not be going home with my jamitor. i'm kiddong, btw, i have no idea. i'll let you know soooon.
I just got a reminder alert on my phone for an event I titled "Bradley getting stupid high with me in bed." I assume we planned this during the party. I'm down if you are.
margarita monday on the first day back? my gpa is telling me noo! but my heart is telling me goo! I am conflicted..
I ate all his french fries. He was no longer useful to me.
he gave me a thermos so I could take my coffee with my on drive of shame. I was unexpectedly grateful...
I just read through our messages from yesterday and realized we both referred to me tearing my penis as a good thing. What the fuck.
He called me at 4 a.m. and wanted me to drive him to McDonald's then drop him off at home. It wasn't even a booty call, it was a fucking chauffeur call.
I thought since you asked to see my dick I might as well say hi
Did I wash my face last night at your house? Where did my eyebrows go??
I got so drunk I thought my tennis court was a corn field so I laid in it and ate pizza
I rewired his car so that every time he hits the gas the horn and the OnStar turn on every time he hits the brake the panic alarm goes off.
He sided with his father, so I slashed his tires. I’d say that’s a fair trade.
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