That's the last time we joust in Radio Flyer wagons after margarita night.
you rearended a car with your bike and then puked all over his back windshield. They made BUI's for you.
As long as he sees me topless I don't care. Redemption. REEEDDDEMMMPPPTTIIIOOONNNNN
hr gave me pretxwk salad and a doubke shot of grey goose. i approve! tou guys are a beautidil couple.
I am listening to lecture and I can hear us in the background talking about anal beads.
My drug dealer is making me hot tea during the snowstorm...I'm a fan.
if i'm ever face-down on the ground puking again, promise me you won't try to braid my hair?
At 27 it's no longer called 'slutty', it's called having a healthy sex life...
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
Walking out of the bathroom and not knowing you have hand soap on the front of your pants so it looks like you blew a load on yourself really sets the tone for the rest of the week...
I think our prof has caught onto our drinking game. He burst into the room with a big smile on his face and yelled "essentially! Essentially! Essentially!"
Hey can you explain why there's a dissected coconut in my purse????
If you get banged by this bartender you know you can't be mad at me right? Its the rules.
She played the piano. I played the piano. She got on top of the piano. I got on top of her.
Btw you guys passed out eating DP dough and watching Pocahontas... on a monday
it was stoner heaven..
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