elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
I wouldnt endorse that guy if he was walking in a walkathon to raise money for a disease i had
I come back into the room and you're grinding with the person in the mascot suit.
And there might be a gallon of sangria without the lid on the floor in your room. Just be careful when you open the door.
Meghan got a job at the bar. We're now morally obligated to drink. Is this what dreams are made of?
I couldn't get past the raccoon on my porch so i slept on my lawn.
oh dear god, that would be like watching to female walruses mate. We need to stop going to that lesbian bar...
2nd year in a row being a arrested before school starts...tradition at its finest
NO. FUCK YOU. I HOPE SOMEONE REPLACES YOUR LUBE WITH HOT SAUCE.
So how do I get back in good graces for trying to trade you for superbowl tickets?
Thanks. It's every girl's dream, right? To blow a bald marketing consultant 12 years her senior?
Oohh. Then yes, he is the Alpha Fuckboy.
We shared a dick. We're practically sisters!
I found Erin. She's getting a back massage from the coat check boy and drinking all his whiskey.
He asked if I could not say his name during sex cause he liked the girl in the apartment above me.
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