I mean I can't believe yesterday ended w/ your house getting firebombed. What an unexpected turn of events
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
So I went out tonight...met a guy who slightly resembled my dad,huge creeper, he asked me to "hang out" so I gave him my moms number since he was more her type:)
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
toilet paper cling ons are not as adorable as the little red cub makes them look on the charmin commercials.
Very hungover, bought a newspaper and found my shorts from last night in the machine.
Let's have a moment of silence for the guinea pig that drunk chick threw out our window.
He left a trail of vomit straight from our dorm to the bathroom. Looks like we have our identities for the rest of the year.
They should have to wear some identification that warns you to stay away. Like one of those cones dogs wear to keep them from biting stitches. CONE OF SHAME.
Can I tell him I got herpes from your bong instead of from that guy who claimed to be an olympic diver?
I'm thinking about wearing a strap-on just to freak him out the next time he pulls my pants off.
WHY HAVE SO MANY THING GONE IN MY BUTT ON THIS TRIP
I'VE LOST MY DIGNITY, MY PRIDE, AND EVEN MY BOOTY CALL. HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
Are you really trying to argue your case that you seduced my cat?
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