you went around grabbing cigarettes out of peoples mouths and claiming you were curing cancer.
I'm sorry you missed class, the topic today is copy and paste. I'm not even kidding.
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
Our dealer is pledging my frat. When he come to sell me weed I make him take out the garbage.
Then he complimented me on how excellent I was at breathing through my nose
He got violent drunk so we have to untie him in the morning. He's in your basement and you're out of electrical tape. Don't forget because I will.
The venue for the new years party is close to the hospital for obvious reasons.
Lets trade lives
And i will lay in bed and piss all over everywhere, drink whiskey and have sex with married bears
I feel like if you're funneling natty lights on a Wednesday at 2:30pm at the apartment complex pool during finals week, you probably don't have your priorities straight.
His name is Angel. I'm pretty sure he was sent from heaven solely to eat me out.
He just pulled his sweatpants down and pissed in the middle of our garden
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
Randomize
