She's helping me study for the final by writing the vocab words all over her body.
do to the flooding of the park, there will be a midnight bikini mud wrestling party behind my dorm. all are welcome.
No, pictures of your dick will not make me feel better about my grandmother having a brain tumor.
I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.
Just realized ive been sitting through all of lab with a condom in my bra.
yay hump day
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
the fat guy in me is very excited, and the skinny guy in me is very excited for the fat guy in me
cocks speak louder than words, as they say
Nobody says that.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
I know how vodka works Grace. I'm drunk, not stupid.
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
I totally have a huge crush on him though which is fucking up my "classy she-demon with limited feelings" vibe
So like if I threw up in my purse is that "don't ever show your face in public again" worthy or just slightly frowned upon
Happy hour crawl turned into power happy hour turned into tequila shots turned into I'm drunk in class on Cinco de Mayo at 7 am.
so I'm walking to my last final while opening my giant red bull and i look over to my right and the guy beside me had one too and was looking back at me. without missing a beat he pulls out a bottle of jager, pours half in mine, half in his and goes "cheers"....i'm not even mad i probably failed my final
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