That should be a holiday. like easter. but bulges instead of baskets
the biggest problem in our relationship is that im team edward and my boyfriend is team jacob
Drunk man just did a hand stand, fell over, knocked over a whole table of desserts, and didnt lose his cowboy hat. winner.
Oh god. There is a bite mark in the bar of soap. Please tell me I was not that wasted.
I had to take the fire extinguisher from him. He was just sitting on the floor petting it.
He had to carry me to the car. But then sat with me and waited for me to sober up enough to have sex. He's a keeper.
Freshmen girls are like potato chips you can't have just one.
You can't be mad because the taco bell people like me and not you. I'm not the one that puked in front of them.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
he fucked me with his goalie mask on. it was like sleeping with Darth Vader
yeah it's a weird friendship. we pretend that we're automatic besties but i know we both know i slept with her boyfriend
Who in their right mind would frost a cake with their butt?
He's here walking around DRUNK AS FUCK in a Kobe Bryant number 8 jersey... Tucked in.
Sunday morning breakfast with the boyfriends family. I just puked in the stall at Cracker Barrell. Classy.
gave up morals for lent, so far it's actually been really easy.
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