Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
the line runs infront of fredricks of hollywood. it's like gamestop is showing me how pathetic I am.
yeah. pants. i need to put pants on. i didn't do that last night. big mistake
Everytime I think about NYE, my gag reflex kicks in.
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
It's like there's a party and my mouth and everyone's throwing up
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
All I got from that conversation with the officer was "blah blah blah, you're disgusting, blah blah blah, $500 fine, blah blah blah, be in court Tuesday."
let's just say if he has a penis and he hypothetically needs to put it somewhere... i would take care of that for him.
You were on the drunk bus swinging around on the pole when you decided you were hungry, so you pulled half a bagel out of your pants and ate it. Everyone stared at you, dumbfounded as to where it came from, and cheered
My Bio teacher gave me extra marks for putting "deer with AK-47 seeking retribution" at the top of the food chain on my exam. 51% pass here i come!!
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
What type of bandaid should I use on my clit
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
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