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 feel like I am becoming dumber sitting here in class than I would be sitting on the couch smoking weed.
i think if i got caught drinking at work i could get away with it if i started crying and saying my cat just died. as long as i'm confident.
Stolen hampster on my tits. Don't tell me I don't know how to party.
holy shit thats the most artistic dick pic ever
I just realized that I have to choose between a future orthopedic surgeon and a dude currently in jail. My life is so fucked.
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
If I come in tomorrow with a cane and a seeing eye dog it's because I just mixed up my salicylic acid acne stuff with my eye makeup remover
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
it was a hallmark card with butt plugs.
I'm texting you know although you won't get this until you wake up. the only reason you are strapped to your bed is because you were trying to fly out your window.
i'm eating chex mix in the shower while texting. i feel accomplished.
just woke up with nickles taped to my body. theres like a dollar worth.
fell asleep while jerking off ln. woke up to my hand in my pants and my cat crawling all over me
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