apparentely "Beer Pong Champ" is not a profession, no wonder they havent called me back......
told ya
I just woke up. In the port-o-potty next to our tailgate. an hour after the game started. explain.
Two bottles of champagne and half a pizza later, I'm crying myself to tears watching The Nanny. Happy finals week.
He's just a really nice guy who stuck his tongue in the wrong place.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
Eric and I just went in the hallway to practice our new handshake in a real life situation at live speeds. That high.
Go big or go home. Or get a live in house boy you met 7 years ago and feel like you have unfullfilled potential. You know, the usual
FYI, announcing your arrival at jail with "Hi,yes, I'm checking in? I believe I've reserved a bed, a 2 night stay this weekend?" is, in fact, frowned upon
In my defense, I haven't stolen anyone's clothes yet.
Yeah, that's a plus.
UHG. i just want to have hot lesbian sex and eat pizza with you.
you know you’re single when you try to cook yourself a nice pasta dinner but you’re too weak to open the container of sauce and theres no one around to help you
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning on the A train on 14th street. You wouldn't know anything about that right?
So how do u get your coat out of the coat room when someone is fucking on it?
No I come to this class stoned every week. Except last week when I was drinking in class
My husband is waiting until son is napping and air humps as a seduction tactic. Pray for me.
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