I don't think the people up for their 8am class were as impressed with how many beads i got last night as we were.
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
He ended up letting us go, I think he just felt sorry for us. It's the only time that my night's gotten worse after I've taken my pants off.
She kept saying the tortilla understood her. I honestly don't know where she found a tortilla at the pool.
She's like the Michael Jordan of alcoholism
The waitress just told me I'm asking alot. So far I've asked for a soul, an angel and carbombs
I don't know how we managed to stay up but we actually sat in front of her open refrigerator for god knows how long while she ate salami straight out of the package with her fingers and I laughed. It was a trainwreck.
BTW I totally understand panda express being popular amongst the highs. I can feel the shrimp being slaughtered in my mouth. It's fantastic.
You are a lesbian wizard with red hair. You are willow
Then he texted me that I was the "good kind" of fat.
I'm eating tortillas right now. Like not cooked tortillas. Someone is playing the guitar. Man with bandana.
I puked on his mom. Not my proudest moment
my only goal for the semester is never go to my wednesday class sober
I've fucked him twice and literally had no idea that he's missing a thumb
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
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