its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
so he came over for the first time and i completely forgot i had pictures of him printed out from facebook on my wall and a newspaper article with him in it.. you can guess that it lead for an awkward situation.
I was totally going to sleep with him, until he got naked and started swinging around his boner singing "I'm so hard. oh yeah yeah yeah, I'm so hard" like Rihanna.
i found a twelve pack under my bed. and a six pack in my closet. I'm like a fucking alcoholic squirrel.
so the party was at my house but some how i ended up being the only one who slept outside
found used condoms and an omlet in my uggs. I'm disgusted but not surprised.
I don't see what kind of idea someone could get from an envelope covered in jesus stickers and a note from a person and their dog. I'd say crazy person alert before flirting.
You might have crossed the line by jerking off while she was in the bathroom taking a prego test. Just saying
I want what they have, but in the meantime I have a whole bottle of rum to which I'm quite devoted
I seriously think I got run over last night.. My sides are bruised and I got a ride home in the limo from the office.
Just because I stayed up all night betting on Australian Horse Racing doesn't mean I have a gambling program.
I woke up on the green space outside our dorm cradling a watermelon and sucking my thumb. College is crazy man.
Your sister just admitted to being a " much bigger bitch" than you. So you've got that going for you, which is nice.
am i the only one who finds it a little awkward seeing as we all made out last night?
It's like a donut of clothes around a pair of heels. Like they were transported to another dimension naked.
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