I guess we had a small kitchen fire somehow when we decided to bake fruitroll ups and croutons...
I may or may not have puked in my RA's suggestion box.
yes he's amazing in bed. he made me like, black out. everything went black it was weird. so yes, i'd fuck him again. plus, he has every season of buffy on dvd
I'm cooking a can of baked beans on the baseboard heater. It is too early in the semester to be this poor.
At this point, I really just need a sign in sheet for my vagina.
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
First and foremost she's my friend, but she's also a mistake I make when I'm drunk
To do list: put blue gatorade in a windex spray bottle. spray it into my mouth in public so people think i'm drinking windex.
I had fun last year but I was one half of the hoe train back then. At least I'll feel better about myself as a person this year.
I'm going to miss going to the strip club though.
The woman in the hospital bed next to me just got diagnosed with flea bites on her vag.
Whaaaaaat? No way.
Now a discussion of pigs vs. dog as carrier.
Like I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things
Fuck you, if it wasn't for us going to the city, she would be using me as a human sex toy all day.
Welcome to the club of "Sick of cleaning up actual shit." We meet on the 3rd Sunday of each month. Bring your ceremonial viking helmet.
Her son walked in on us and asked if he could "wrestle too."
Whoever thought of breakup sex is my new best friend
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