god. i hate danny gokey.
Hes like the kid in school that reminds the teacher they forgot to assign homeowrk.
he's mormon right? lame.
how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
No touching my privates on the ride to school. Pinky swear.
Starbucks introducing alcohol. i hear angels singing.
the new roommate knocked on my door this morning holding a bong in one hand and my dennys leftovers from last night in the other. love this kid. Best student housing placement ever.
Hes sobering up now. He was just really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while he was telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together..
where's my purse there's an important taco in it
As a matter of principle, I waited until noon to start the drinking binge.
Drunk me thinks I can light up a cig anywhere, sober me finds this hilarious and highly irresponsible. The grocery store is not a bar.
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
He wanted to feed hamburgers to the homeless... as a first date... who the fuck is this kid
From now on I forbid you to refer to it as a "bed". From now on you must only use the phrase "sex wagon".
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
Sex should always be followed by Chinese food in bed.
Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
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