He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
pretty sure i had my hand down BOTH their pants at the same time at some point...
I guess I tried to spit on a homeless man on the walk home...Out. Of.Hand.
Thats the last thing I remember and then I woke up in this Dutch kids dorm and he was taking a picture of me while I was sleeping
I don't remember... but puking on the bar sounds like me.
she was braiding my hair and singing forever young while she vommed everywhere at the same time. Talent.
Done deal I'm dying it right at this moment. I'll need a red Speedo and a half shirt that is extremely tight. Like nipple tight.
Last thing I remember is whiskey shots. My roommate tells me we were there 15min before I decided to run home naked. And we live across from a police station.
Uh do you have my pants because I have yours
I'm the catering manager, it's not my job to stop 2 teenagers from fucking in the bathroom. I couldn't bring myself to stop that sort of young romance anyway, that's what I pay you people for
I need to just embrace dildos and cats and call it a life.
He put rainforest music on before we had sex I felt like I was in the Amazon
He got me to hold his phone, wallet, keys and pants while he hooked up with another girl.
I walked in on my sister eating my leftover burrito naked. How could my night have gotten any worse?
Here’s how sick I am. I’m not hungry. I don’t want coffee. And I don’t want dick. So, you know it’s bad.
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