Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
Tonight was like the Noah's Ark of alcohol. I had to have two of everything.
I got otter pops to cool the beers, it's an all around better idea.
No, seriously, 1.5 gallons of sangria plus two days of untapped cock. Waiting here. For you.
She says I'm cute and I remind her of her brother. She's too hot to back out now. I don't know. I'm guna go for it.
Sign she's a keeper: "I would rather be late to brunch than waste a perfectly good boner."
She followed me back, then proceeded to find my room, get her panda suit on? And then raid my room and pass out on my couch... what the fack do I do now?!?!
Isn't it my whole life blown into this perfect spoon shaped piece of melted and artificially colored sand?
Wow.
Come to find out, there is a place where binge drinking and aggressive head butting is completely appropriate. In a mosh pit, Travis is just a regular dude!
Woke up in the middle of my kitchen clutching a cheesy gordita crunch
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
I swear to go if the response she sends me something along the lines of who the fuck is Mark Hamill I might need to brake up with her.
I think you're my feminist conscience sometimes.
What was the name of that sleazy asshole I'm not allowed to sleep with?
I'm sorry about the fire. I was too fucked up to do science, apparently.
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