Well. Nothing came of that. And to think I manscaped and dusted with gold bond.
do you think my med school application would be worse off if "I like helping others and shit" slipped into an essay I emailed last night?
my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
I just stepped on my own foot and apologized to my shoe... THAT high.
Their wedding is on my 21st birthday. I fail to see a way that this could end poorly.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
I don't care. I'll be that guy that eats cake in a car. Alone. With the doors locked.
we're tailgating intramural basketball with hard drugs and tequila...and i think the players are taking shrooms
You told me to pour the Gatorade on you "like Flashdance"
we used the fire extinguisher you had been cuddling with to decorate the cop car while they were inside arresting everyone
Uhm; your sign says 'Welcome to KFC' and for some reason I can't seem to open the door.
don't bring your nerd jargon into this conversation about my naked body
That's not "anything", that's you deep throating a mozzarella stick.
Leaves on the ground. Coffee in one hand and your man in my other. Lovely fall morning.
it's like my ID runs away from me when it knows it's time for me to drink
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