Its like we are women, and boise state is a gangster rap song. This game is degrading
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
You don't even know the meaning of faking an orgasm until you sleep with an uncircumcised ginger.
i literally paused in the middle of it, turned on my light, pointed to the picture netxt to my bed and go "you hooked up with my roommate too!!! AWWW!" he was so weirded out. i don't think he understands the relationship we have..we share..
I did the walk of shame wearing his scrubs. Fucking med school students is the way to go.
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
I'm at a new rock bottom. Malibu on ice at work because it's the only thing they've got and no mixers.
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
This medicine is making me nuts. I just woke up and I thought I was in a glass case with Asians staring at me.
We exchanged spring break stories last night. Open relationships are the best.
Woke up this morning with fake blood all over my bed which is a positive considering last year it was all real blood
Please tell your sister I apologize about saying her baby may have beef curtains. That was inappropriate.
CODE RED CODE RED MY VIBRATOR IS BROKEN THIS IS NOT A DRILL
I just jacked off to nostalgia.
She was drunk running in the middle of the street when a cop saw her,picked her up and dropped her off at her house. This really doesn't surprise me.
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