It was just pointed out to me in a meeting that there is a lipstick stain on my crotch.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Her life must suck. All she's got is "Miss Shamrock" WHICH SHE LOST!
who do i root for if I want Christiano Ronaldo to win the world cup on a team by himself and then bang chicks on the pitch?
I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
he got a rim job in the basement.
apparently i was the one who gave it to him.
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
She is singing the swedish chef song and throwing utensils. I love this place
HIV testing and a light brunch. Sounds like a great way to spend Christmas Eve.
Maybe you'll have a Christmas miracle
She pulled up to the bar in a limo, wasted, and alone. Gets out, shrugs and slurs "I couldn't find a cab" and proceeds to take a shot.
I'm in love.
I can't even masturbate without crying fuck this break up
I threw up in a flower pot outside the bar last night and have a date tonight....I think I missed something
i gotta stop hooking up with people just to get to their dogs
I don't need this shit right now. I just woke up covered in pistachios
DO NOT LET HIM TAKE CONTROL OVER YOUR BOWELS
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