I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
he was so high that he wouldn't speak to anybody for like 30 minutes, he'd only gobble, like a turkey.
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
God forbid we drive unregistered mopeds without license plates on a pedestrians only sidewalk without goggles while flipping off passing cars.
Received a verbal warning at work for "riding in a trash receptacle, violating professionalism & infection control."
Congratulations, I drank so much for your birthday that I'm shitting blood.
Also, no joke, I think that raccoon hair is still in my eye from last night.
Only at Harvard can you walk in on a bunch of stoners and expect everyone to immediately stand up, shake your hand and introduce themselves like we're at a fucking job fair
We bought only tequila and Twister. And you're STILL surprised you got pregnant?
Never have i felt more judged than when i was throwing up in front of a hello kitty shower curtain at 5 in the morn
dying me prepared for dead me... i woke up with my laptop open to the last snl episode, a bottle of gatorade, advil and a bag of chocolate all next to me
How many more of your relationships do I have to destroy before you realize sleeping with me isn't a good idea?
My phone has started autocorrecting "monogamy" to "monogamish"
Whoever jacked off in MY pong room on the bean bag with your fucking googles pick up your fucking cum towel you gross disgusting fucks. I said NO MORE jacking off in that room. I swear I will empty it out if this is going to continue.
I don't blame you. I made YouTube videos of me singing Rent songs then slept with a married couple. Fucking tequila.
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