We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
Stage 55 clinger. not a typo. I cannot even believe this shit.
He just reenacted his orgasm in front of my roommates....using a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise.
Tell me why I keep soberly hesitating to go pee in fear of breaking the seal. Thank you college.
Text me if you also stopped reading harry potter in the 4th grade and wanna go to the bars tonight instead of the midnight premiere
Do you knowwwwww you never ha to pee while lhr on eztacy
We are hot boxing the gondola
I hate everything.
At some point, it turned less into sparring and more into tough guy dry humping.
I was going to say I needed the exercise but now all I can think about is BJs
My work here is done
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
I slept through 4/20 and my roommates bought an entire ham that's just sitting in the fridge...
its not much but to go through all that to ask for half a balls worth of money was so stressful
If you have been drunk at one point during the day and are going to bed sober that same day, something is very wrong.
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