Yes, it's true. 4 fingers.
9 am. shotgunning while conditioning my hair. i love college football season.
I love how I just got my coachella ticket and ecstasy in a package deal.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
I heard an explosion in the backyard. You told me you were playing "will it burn".
He's just giving off this "someone be a bitch to me" vibe
That would be a dream come true. Seriously, he's like my mount everest, my life's ambition is to climb him.
I had to have the guy I went out with last night come pick me up from the hotel the next morning after I ditched him for a firefighter..don't even talk to me about a walk of shame
Well I was kicked out of the bar and woke up on a picnic table. I'd say the night was awesome!
Last night you snap chatted some chick a pic of bottle service with the caption "send tits"
of course we called 911. an innocent mans booze was at steak
It's accurate though. I am legitimately passionate about pickles. I crave pickles the same way I crave sex. It is a deep rooted animalistic need
The woman in the flower onesie is claiming she hasn't been drinking.
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
I realized it was late, and he was my brother in humanity and another incarnation of my own life force and consciousness, so I regained control of myself, thanked him for helping me, and went home.
Randomize
