I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Sophomore year, I fucked on your desk chair. I'm sorry. I love you.
I think I found an E pill under the couch.. Or really bad tasting candy. Check back in 30min this could get exciting
She's been drinking and was roller blading. I'm sure you can do the math
We bought home drug tests to see which of us could make it look more like a kaleidoscope. What happened to the days of innocent fun trying to best everyone with a breathalyzer?
Have you resumed life with the rest of the world yet or are you still huddled in the fetal position while wearing compression gear?
he said good things come in small packages and I decided to hook up with someone else
Do you think Brian would let me smoke while we fuck? I'm not sure ill survive exams without a constant nicotine intake
It would seem she's painting a bullseye right in between her legs
His pillow talk sucks. It was like Mr. Roger's vagina.
He's super sweet. I feel like I'm dating Elmo. If Elmo had a 7 incher
I got sprayed in the face with titty milk and I'm still so traumatized
I supernannyed him into submission
Also apparently I made a "cake sandwich"--yeah smashed a massive piece of cake between two slices of bread....fucking tequila
From now on I'd like to be known as Rampage.
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