i can't, i'm blowing bubbles in class and getting credit for it
So I think I just got a job offer from the guy I used to blow. See, networking pays off.
Land Before Time marathon. we drink every time littlefoot almost eats a treestar.
Complete silence. Background Willy Wonka music. An empty back of Lay's BBQ chips. These are the ingredients for an extreme acid trip.
i draw the line when you ask for directions at a place you're already at.
Some guy thought i was the waitress and handed me his credit card. drinks on me.
She introduced me as that girl Nathan was fingering
HE TRIED TO HIT ME WITH A CHAIR. Stoned video games are NOT happening again
So I got my junk pierced since we've fucked. You should get in on this.
We were wearing togas. So having sex was really easy to do without taking any clothes off.
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
She swallowed the key to the cuffs, I've been having to explain the pink fuzz all morning.
I miss my bedroom and my bed and being able to spray myself with my choice of 15 different perfumes so I don't have to wake up to the smell of my past sins
is it weird that i just witnessed the marriage of someone ive had sex with on multiple occasions?
Fuck this virus. We’re finally back on campus but the bars suck parties are banned sports are canceled we eat in our rooms and can’t fucking hangout with anyone. I’m tired of virtual classes and involuntary celibacy
OMG IKR! It’s not college unless we’re puking in a toilet wondering if we’re pregnant or just hungover!
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