how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
everything was going good until you started showing off the pictures of poop you took with your phone
i told him im from Canada, abortion is free
I woke up to them arguing over who would get my morning wood. Oh, and I was dressed as Santa.
you ever feel like there is a sober person insided you pointing and laughing....?
all of your clothes are in the front law. btw..sprinklers go on in 20 minutes
Shoot me. Guy hitting on me with a beaver on his head. Says it is his spirit animal.
when i saw his roomate the next night he kept openly referring to me as "the girl who orgasms loud" when he would try to get my attention
I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
That bar is one yeast infection away from total annihilation.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
You continued to run around saying "free the nipple" while "taste testing" every liquor on the premises.
I'm only friends with her because I can't stop watching the train wreck.
I'm just down here gazing up into your ivory tower of nudes
On a scale of having tea with Ghandi to the apocalypse how bad of an idea is it to drink with a 100 degree fever?
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