i got lost in a forest last night. this morning I realized the "forest" was just 6 trees on campus.
Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
remeber the saying "bad choices make good memories" dude our bad choices dont even make memories.
I'm a 23 year old virgin. I've masturbated in ways you can't even imagine.
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
The drug dealer had chickens in his house so I know it was good stuff.
Literally just one second of unclenched butt hole away from shitting my pants.
Because nothing screams stable like yelling at a guy in a bar because last time you hooked up he stole your underwear.
Well there's only 4 people in my class, we've watched a video, the instructors encouraged us to start using cocaine and now we are on break.
It's been productive.
LOOK, I was 19, and I made a lot of choices with my crotch which I'm weirdly proud of
Yes dear.
You put a bag of sliced onions in the microwave then screamed, "voila, onion rings!"
no real plans this weekend. trying to derail the alcohol induced fucking hell train I've been riding for the past three weeks.
its like probably shouldnt be sending pics of your asshole to strangers who work in the same building as you
It’s a hundred kinds of wrong to do Jell-O shots at home alone. Right?
I support drinking alone. But Jell-O shots. That’s a game changer.
New rock bottom. Woke up at 7 am fully clothed in a bathtub full of water. I hate myself.
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