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sitting in my room eating a boneless rib tv dinner, and listening to taylor swift's love story, and i sharted. had to finish the ribs and hear the end of the song before i went to the bathroom to wipe.
i overslept, had to take a cab to the train station, might puke, bought the wrong flavored vitamin water, and mj's dead. what a terrible world to wake up to.
good penises are hard to come by.... must be the economy...
She wouldn't stop telling me the story of the penis and how she got laid.
new revelation: five guys for breakfast
new revelation: previous revelation not a good revelation
Slut skills are useful in every country.
Just watched porn on a 60 inch plasma screen TV... So that's where the clitoris is
At the end of the night you handed the bartender a piece of paper with the word "VISA" written on it.
I'm not sure which is more depressing, the fact that the hospital is making me put together a living will before surgery, or that all i'll be leaving behind is 25k in student loan debt
I can't talk to her. I know entirely too much about her genitals to hold a conversation without mentioning them.
I fcuked ip.
Is this your way of telling me that you got drunk in your office before meeting with your dissertation advisor again? Or that you finally banged that freshman fraternity pledge?
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
Yeah, I wish I could have one upped you. But all I did was ride circles around a cop on a stolen bicycle while laughing at him for telling me to stop riding on the sidewalk.
I'll just put on a bunch of mascara and cry right before I get there. Then everyone will recognize me.
I just got attacked by a swarm of butterflies. Nothing is okay anymore.
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