i seriously hope you fucking die....you are the worst.
SHit! Sorry, sent to wrong person
he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I think, one-on-one, Paul Rudd could be very threatening in like a REALLY good way.
we were making out and he got up to change his pants. I wonder what would happen if i took my shirt off.
well he showed me a naked baby picture and i was right it hasn't grown
He just did blow off my nipples. He's not serious about his girlfriend.
Sorry bro I thought you were kidding. If I'm actually jerking off I usually said "Just a sec getting dressed" or something
I really hope you didn't eat the bowl of melted vanilla ice cream I left on the coffee table. Because it is not melted vanilla ice cream.
Due to this morning's events my new porn name is Reepa Nipplov.
Me my naked body. You bring the paints. I expect to be a panther by game time Sunday.
What do I get.
Panthers win you get to fuck the paint off me.
Is there something wrong with us? Seriously.
Possibly, but I'd rather not fix it.
Walking back to my car from the campus library and just saw a Nuva Ring on the sidewalk. If that doesn't scream college life, idk what does.
totally just bought a bottle of gin with nothing but change
don't ever let anyone tell you that youre not 100% class
I just wanna go home jackoff, eat chicken fingers, drink beer, play halo and go to bed. I'm sick of this shitty school, the shitty kids and having to fucking teach them.
Randomize
