I've decided through careful research we can out drink any country folk.
i feel as if last night was a right of passage. to officially be an adult you must have a drunken one night stand with a co-worker and go to work the next day still drunk wearing yesterday's clothes...
we're all still whores. we just have a theme song now.
im going to live freely with my legs opened and my heart closed
I found those 18 whoppers we bought.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
Who topped off the "random beer mix" beer bong with a pinch of pepper?? All you could taste was busch and pepper...
Is it bad that I see a party full of girls I know he has fucked as a challenge for me to be the one who ends up in his bed?
Can we just ponder our lives for a second.
No I think my brain may implode in a puff of cocaine and sparkles.
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
It was like a square peg in a round hole... I've never seen one shaped like a stick of butter...
I thought it was pretty weird, but after the marinating loins thing, i figured i'd roll with it.
I think we should have a sex position advent calendar
he was wearing a widestriped red gingham suit jacket with complete sincerity im not surprised she beat the shit out of him
hypothetically, what's the best method to remove an stray semen gob from a roommate's important school document?
Randomize
