Yours is on the dinner table...mine is in my underwear drawer.
We are so in love
so when's the next time you get to see your balls
a guy from my religion class just walked in with a red cup. hello first friday of 2nd semester.
I feel if a girl leaves my house the next morning feeling degraded and in desparate need of a shower, then I have succeeded.
for future reference: even when 4 loko is flat it still fucks you up. im near a tree. come find me.
Am I the only one creeped out by the guy asleep behind our couch?
Retelling stories from our semester makes me realize we need to get tested for herpes.
I stuck a note to his door with my gum explaining why i couldn't spend the night. as i was walking away, he opened the door...i fell down and played dead. deffinitly didn't see me.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
you got us kicked out of the restaurant for trying to pee in the trash can.
How was the party last night?
I'm dangerously close to shitting myself.
I'm not gonna lie. The thing I miss the most about him right now is the air conditioned hotel rooms.
The George Foreman grill is melted. I don't know what other problems could arise.
Not as great as when your drunk mom grabbed my junk, but better than when your sober grandma sacktapped me and grabbed my butt.
send nudes
from the living room?
Randomize
