I found the pot of gold last night, and it was full of bad decisions.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
I just don't want to have to pretend at every family function she brings him to that he didn't hit on me first
I get off at the next exit which doesn't have a shoulder, a guy is riding my ass so I cant stop. I think I got as much puke on his car as on mine.
You're not stopping till I see you on the ground trying to hold on to shit
Then you bent down and whispered, "excuse me mr. Stair, could you please stop moving?"
We created a neighborhood watchdog drinking game
I broke out the Krispy Kreme, and am possibly having random internet sex in less than an hour. I think I got this breakup under control.
I'm home alone for the next hour and a half, I expect soup and and a willing attitude to do drugs from one of or both of you girls.....annnnnd go
I'm making mistakes. Coming up with girl now
I hate me. That girl was hiiiiideous.
I need to wash the frat house off of me
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
Your dick is the only reason I have motivation to come back to school today
Okay. Did I say I did anything unusual? Because I usually do weird stuff. Did I clean mirrors? My mirrors are really clean, and I think I remember having windex..
Randomize
