You screamed at all of us and then showed us your sack. You're like the boyfriend of my dreams.
They glued all of the ceiling tiles shut.
oh my god. you caused complete remodeling to a college campus that you don't even go to
Bible prof is the guy I made out with at the gay bar on the fourth. He doesn't remember.
I was an emotional waste case that night. She made me stroke her ponytail.
In honor of the internet blackout, I think everyone needs to change their Facebook pictures to ones of them being blacked out.
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
I think we can all agree that the size of her boobs, combined with beer, is destroying my ability to judge looks.
My alarm clock on my phone was changed to Fat Bottom Girls over the weekend, and I just now noticed. I'm actually okay w that after Mardi Gras. Well done, random. Well done.
He hasn't responded in 6 hours and the last thing he sent me was a picture of 7 grams of coke. I'm getting kinda worried
Took pain meds with RumChata this morning. It's like morning milk but better
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
But how MUCH of an emergency? Like, should I go to the ER now, or can it wait until after the bar crawl?
A world without bacon flavored condoms is not one I want to live in.
What a weekend. It started with me realizing i might not be straight and ended with me spraining my foot.
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