So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
I wish my grandma would stop using the phrase "he pulled out" when she's talking about her contractor quitting his job.
She offered to make me a fruit roll up salad for breakfast...I'm not sure if that's the coolest or weirdest thing ever...
I'm pretty sure I'm almost gay. Like, I'd do it if I had no choice. Like, if i were in prison I'd try it.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
all i seem to do anymore is lay around stoned, naked and eating mangoes
bringing a ziploc bag full of Jim Beam to the movies may not have been the best idea.
Im pretty sure it started going awry when I asked their mom "How much would it cost me to sleep with your daughters"
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
I really want to throw this drink in your face but it was 6 dollars that shits expensive
What would you say is a healthy ratio of sex vs. being called a fucking asshole in a relationship?
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
On a scale from 1-10 how wrong is it to request "I Hit It First" at my ex's wedding reception?
Definite 12.2 but worth it.
How old am I that I had to sneak a boy out of my room this morning...
Puked up breakfast after doing my first minze shot in a while, but that shot was to Trump losing the election, so it's all good.
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