I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
You drew a self portrait of yourself on his wall with sharpie.
in retrospect, i probably shouldn't have referred to his dick as "travel size"
I just read the lonely terrorist on nwa had 40 more friends than me on facebook
I feel like college is just an experience in what names I can't name my future son.
It was like getting head from an anaconda
it's like his penis is God's way of saying "sorry about his face"
If you get me so fucked up I can't use the microwave , I'm going to be so mad at you
Btw. Being a stripper for a week without anyone knowing to pay off my school loan is no longer in my agenda.
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
It's still 8am.
Yeah, but its wine drunk. WITH A DOCTOR. THAT MAKES MY MORNING CLASSY.
I danced with a french guy who licked the sweat off my neck and poured a drink on me. Not gonna lie, that shit was refreshing
I've got a surprise in the fridge when you get back.
Is it a puppy?
I just took a shot before my midterm. Gotta keep things in perspective.
Is it sad that the most attractive guy I've come across in a week that's not my professor is the man doing my pedicure?
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