I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
Her parents hate her and she's on like major lockdown. All her friends are in jail and she has massive pit stains. Dude... It doesn't get much worse than that.
Just an fyi, teatherball while wasted might be the hardest sport ever.
i woke up hungover wearing my gym shorts and the condom from last night. Wine bar thursdays rule.
hotdog in my bra and i still managed to score. Got a bit freaked when he tried to eat it though. I paid 3 bucks for that fucking hotdog.
Some guy wearing a horse mask just knocked on my door and started whinnying. I opened the door and he was like, "...oh sorry, wrong room..." so awk.
I made a Russian puke. I outdrank a Russian. I am unstoppable.
This means I've slept with 2 ppl that live in vans...my life is complete
Why put me through the conflicting battle of being happy for your vagina but sad for my vagina for no reason ahole
I have a bad feeling I'm going to like this fuck buddy
Alvin just won tickets on the radio. I guess he's out of jail.
I think I had sex with a seagull last night. The window is open and there a feathers everywhere.
your mom was just petting me...I am strangely comfortable with it
jump out the window naked night went bad
Sitting beside a stoned cat on the kitchen floor eating cheesecake with my hands...just a struggle
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