the star wars geek is hitting on me, and is talking about his lightsaber. need back up NOW
My t9 writes chubies instead of bitches.
either way. win, win.
You should've come with us, we're at Home Depot looking for men.
i want to open my blinds to let the sunlight in my room, but i'm afraid my neighbors will be able to see me drinking and judge me
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
He walked me home last night across campus while i fed him pasta out of a solo cup at 3 am.
I think I just fucked my first person born during the Clinton administration
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
I wish we knew morse code and could knock to each other through the wall
I think Saturday night will always be a mystery to me, except for buying an excessive amount of birthday shots for everyone and yelling BIRTHDAY SHOTS before every shot.
I think I'm drunk at the airport. Oh the possibilities
He's doing his thing where I don't know if he's alive until three in the afternoon so idk
Can you rollerblade?
No, why?
Honestly, I was high and picturing us roller blading together. I wanted to see if I could make my dreams a reality.
I had sex in the back of a hot foreign guy with a lacoste eye patch's car
The wine is franzia the food is cheese puffs there is a canoe full of beer and the andre glasses are mason jars glued to candle sticks. i shit you not. Best. Wedding. Ever.
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