i'm not a human right now. not even a dancer.
Sitting at a red light. Windows are down. I'm blasting Gaga's "Disco Stick" and doing an interpretive dance to it because I think I'm hilarious. Look to the left and see two Phi Delts that I know with their windows down. They are horrified. I am probably going to lose their Facebook friendships.
ugh. my soul tastes like vodka
she was pooping while we were on video chat. new level of love.
A letter to the campus apologizing for being sucha cunt with a picture of her head on it. All posted around campus.
this blows. i told the guy at the bar that i was the DD and it was like i just announced over megaphone that i had genital herpes. no one will talk to me now.
How many bratwuest were you able to fit in your mouth at one time? It's me, Hans.
Can we go to Home Depot next week? Drunk Kim broke my toilet with a hammer.
I may or may not have traded your body to the rodeo's owner for free beer.
Just for future reference, me asking if you're free, followed by a winking face is not my way of suggesting a tandem bike ride.
Is it weird that I Facebook creep hot people from their credit card receipts?
Being single for so long makes me fucking creepy.
Drank for free all night and I'm not even sleeping w the bartender. What is this magic?
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
Who wakes up at 9 and says "let me send a pic of my dick to my ex gf"
You woke up in between the boxspring and the matress in a random dorm room.
Randomize