The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
i'm chasing tequila w mint flavored ice cream, phil's chasing it w cream cheese, bashar's chasing it w pickles...i think we all know who the winner is....
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
I'm slowing backing away from her. I tried breaking up with her and it felt like I was clubbing baby seals.
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
I once puked on the side of the hwy driving home and it somehow made me feel more Canadian. So don't rule it out
We see some guy emerge from the forest on the island this morning, alone, in only a snuggie. Morning shots and bagels on us for the number one walk of shame.
You might call them booze related cuts, I call it "partying so hard you sweat blood"
Its like a match made in avoid-eachother-because-we're-antisocial-and-awkward heaven
i just realized... if i ever hook up with someone on my bed, we'll be fucking atop my animated batman themed bedset.
We broke my graduation cords last night when we used them to tie each other up during sex last night
You start to question your morals when you wake up at 430 and there's three people naked...that you don't no
I’m gonna slowly take you in my mouth and push you deep into my throat so my lips are right up against your body and then I’m gonna fucking bite your shit off if one more of our friends shows me a snap you took while I was giving you head. Are we clear?
Last time I had a one night stand he ended up stalking me for two months.
So you're not picking up this weekend?
This weekend, I am Angela, visiting from Calgary. We'll have to roleplay this.
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