Alex, there's no such thing as a fancy sex store.
highlight of my day: just saw a crying girl get dropped off at home wearing only socks, booty shorts, and a dirty wifebeeter. I wonder what happened to the costume...
It feels like Jesus smacked me in the face with the new testament for drinking so much last night
battery dying...get laid and text me after...or during...its whatever.
he had two deer mounted on his dorm room wall with panties and bras hanging from the antlers... i cant believe i contributed to bambi's headgear...
If I die on my trip, you're my chosen person. Nightstand-vibrators. Computer-iphoto naked pictures. I hope you feel honored.
you came here, splled a bunch of margaritas, hung up a picture of yourself and then left
story update. I'm locked out of my house. Walk of shame advisory extended...
I was changing in front of my window and my neighbor text me saying, "nice pubes."
next time we make out at a concert please try to refrain from screaming out our hotel room number.. the amount of guys that knocked on our door after you passed out was ridiculous
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
Not sure if creeper guy is too drunk to talk or I'm too high to listen.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
if wiping your ass w an envelope isnt the definition of hitting "financial rock bottom " then nothing is!
if being 21 means slamming 99 cent margaritas at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Tuesday then call me Peter Pan IM NEVER GROWING UP
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