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.
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
I have no valid justification for peeing in your kitchen, but I don't think it's worth breaking up over.
I still havent gotten an apartment yet, so I crash random college parties...get so drunk and then sleep on their couch
She has either a C-Section scar or a bullet wound, I can't quite tell
What's the place called?
I searched "county" on google, but....there's a lot of results
I'm taking ecstasy it's gonna be that kind of Vegas trip
I dont know it just seems wrong to fuck her on my exes back porch
I've made out with more people in 2014 than I did the whole fall semester
I may watch porn and eat a baked potato covered in chili in bed
I do remember that in my dream I wasn't impressed with his dick.
If he comes over I probably get to fuck him and if he doesn't I don't have to pay him the $60 I owe him for weed. It's a win-win situation.
Why didn't we pregame for this?
Because it's breakfast!?!
Omg I just looked in my purse from last night.. 10 bags of gummy bears.
I think my stomach is breaking up with me. It's giving me back everything I ever gave it.
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