I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
update: the house isnt on fire anymore, but he is still pissing on all your stuff.
the house was on fire??
shit I thought I told you.
this boner is exhausting
all you kept yelling was "i'm bored and i'm sober"
For some reason I knew you were going to smell like strippers and burritos when I hugged you.
He walked into my room in the middle of the night, whispered something about the patriot act, and took my tv.
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
It's hard to take you serious when you're crying your eyes out wearing an adult sized onesie.
I do wanna see you. And we can just lay here and watch a movie and listen to me cry.
Omg. I wanna lecture the drug dealer about how highschool should not be his glory days.
DAMMIT Im supposed to be running a company not discussing dick piercings!
So I think my motto should be "losing bras and dignity every weekend" but like in a really amazing way
I want you more than I want a burrito.
I'm not as filling.
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
its 8 and I'm HUNGOVER!! how is that possible??
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