I CAN MOONWALK!
3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
Just found custom condoms. Guess I'm not getting any work done today.
drunk me just left notes all around the apt to remind shitfaced me that i have mashed potatoes in the fridge. do not take them down if you come home before me.
I managed to lose everything but my socks.. which stayed on all 6 times we had sex.
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
I watched her follow him out of the bar, chase him around the corner and literally throat punch him. It was awesome.
Woke up to a note written on my hand that read "just because he kisses you, doesn't mean you have to sleep with him"
next time, write it on your vagina so its more effective.
I find it fascinating that she'd be more comfortable with her mom finding out she submits dirty disney confessions on tumblr than about her secret email account she uses to chat with dutch and brazilian strangers.
I'm drinking coffee out of a pasta sauce jar and eating fruit soaked in Smirnoff. I think I've hit rock bottom.
I'm graduating college in 4 days. I already miss the bad decisions
Is the Glover Park Chipotle past the strip club?
Why is that your only point of reference?
Just answer the question
It may be a clusterfuck, but I'll be looking classy as shit as I watch the nightmare unfold
I'm keeping both. The way I see it, boyfriends come and go, but a good dick is forever.
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