I miss you. Just wanted to say that before the drugs kicked in so it's legit.
I negotiated the purchase of an entire tray of like 50 jello shots for $8.
Apparently 'she used to sleep with my brother' is not an acceptable answer to how do you know each other.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
All I remember is this kid kept saying that he has a dream that white kids and black kids can take shots together as one, and just we'd keep drinking to that.
The thing is that despite the high paying career and the increased responsibility, my life hasn't changed that much. Only instead of blacking out on $2 wells at some dive I blackout on top shelf martinis in a suit. Oh and only on Fri & Sat nights. Being 30 doesn't suck as bad as everyone led me to believe.
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
You put your name in his phone but not your number then screamed "Open the door!" and jumped out of the car
it's my birthday, i should be around people i want to fuck
im sleeping with a therapist...so you can talk to me.
I imagine it like the scene in Sorceror's Stone, but instead of flying keys, it's flying dicks.
That is a dream.
all I got out of honors convocation is I've hooked up with a lot of smart guys
I don't want to resort to having sex with people that actually like me.
Well I'm over here squandering a fabulous hair day and radiant complexion
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
Randomize
