just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
I wish they had a home preganacy test, but for STDs
I took a picture of his ID so i could remember how to spell his last name and facebook stalk him later...I think he saw me do it
he made me scream out "#24" while we fucked...no more football players
Status Uddate: I lost half a tooth and Alison is taking Amy Grant requests via bullhorn
Apparently I texted my high school english teacher asking her to tell me what logical fallacies she taught us three years ago.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
Let's just not urinate on things that don't need to be urinated on
Then you bent down and whispered, "excuse me mr. Stair, could you please stop moving?"
I now have a full length bright red cape in my possession. Best sex trophy ever.
They're frat boys at heart and have sickly, dusty, rotting souls.
Today I found out that my boss keeps a breathalyzer on his desk for just these sort of shenanigans
After last night I never want to be in the back of a cop car again. No leg room.
I was really surprised he asked for my number the next morning..... and my name.
Is that strawberry winking at me??
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