google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I told him I was prego. He asked coul we do it without a condom now since I cldn't get any pregnanter. What an a-hole.
i'm going through the NYU 2014 group looking for future drunken hookups. too slutty?
Maybe walking up to the cops busting our party with a "Things go better with Coke" t-shirt on and asking for my extra license back that my little brother got busted with wasn't the best idea of the night.
you're being fucking weird and i don't like it. text me when you're not being the after picture on a poster for rehab
I'd like to bring you 40 virgins and treasure chests of gold to make you feel better
All i want to do is drink fuck and cry... you dont have to cater all three its more like the saddest choose your own adventure ever
Drinking ketchup directly out of the bottle does not make it tomato juice.
I have fireworks and redbull; let's make heart attack inducing magic happen.
I just sent him 3 long ass texts about how to tell a girl how he feels. I should get a fucking friend zone medal.
I will make you one.
Good. It needs "forever alone" engraved on it
I just want to like fall into a pit of hot wings beside a keg of yingling and eat my way to freedom
the other day i was so high i found pages and pages of pictures of HD hamburgers and patriotic music. bong rips for merica.
Shit on my own feet while puking from my hangover. Is this what 33 is supposed to be like?
it's gotten to the point where I just look in my closet, think, "which article of clothing behaves most like a towel?" and then just go with that
I'm studying. And by studying I mean I am laying on my floor drinking boones farm alone. Last two weeks. Fuck it.
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