i don't have fun when you have fun. i have embarrassment, fear, and significantly less cash in my wallet.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
Well, find something you can use as a snorkel and be aware of your surroundings.
3 things. 1. is this real life 2. my liver hates me 3. keg race tonight
And they were awkwardly all over each other in a Christian way.
I FINALLY HAVE A REASON TO DYE MY PUBES BLUE!!!
He looks like he's going to feed me a taco and then stab me. It's probably a good idea he's a lawyer
All I am going to say is this: I woke up with lots of bruises on my knees from running around on all fours being a 'dinosaur'. Either girls night in went terribly wrong or terribly right.
I bruised my dick hopping over that fence last night
God if that man would just have sex with me every time I got mad life would be so much easier...
UPDATE: IM NOT A TEEN MOM LETS GO PARTY
It was like the icing on a beautiful fuck boy cake.
I swear to God...this day is one great big who's who in the land of fucked uppedness.
your mission the party friday: cockblock me at ALL costs. I've cheated on my boyfriend twice. I feel like three times would be crossing some sort of line...
and no, I don't care how how hot he is
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