what if the hokey pokey really is what its all about?
So last week was the 4th time a girl cried after sex. I'm seriously doing something wrong
woke up with the bag of wine duct taped to my shoulder.
There's a bed on the roof. The window behind it is too small for it to go through. I'm impressed.
i found him! he's on the front porch using a bag of potting soil as a pillow. i forgot i left him there.
I've come to realize sober is a rare time of the day.
I want him in the "you're a terrible idea and are probably going to get me killed by my parents, my siblings, and my boyfriend" way
by "whatever happens, happens" i meant "we are totally hooking up again on tuesday." i thought that was obvious.
Are we really going to sext in Pokemon battle fashion?
I have decided that today will be all about indulgence and hedonism.
I can't help that I bring out the sex in people
HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A FISHERMAN AND HE WAS LIKE OH SHIT I THINK I JUST FOUND THE DEADLIEST CATCH i couldnt not go for it my honour compelled me
New drinking game idea: Take a shot for every republican you see on facebook bitching about the ruling.
Well, I'll handle this like I always do. Black the fuck out, make out with randoms, give out my number like candy. You know. Standard operating procedure
I just baptized you in budweriser and you were cool with it
Randomize
