Apparently Chef Boyardee is the only guy I'm taking home tonight.
I asked her if she had any t-shirts of bands that didn't suck. I got a Sublime shirt and my answer.
I came home to burning cookies and him outside "tanning" naked.
He just wants an even tan
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
You broke a cabinet. You were climbing up it and it collapsed on you. Lines were crossed.
I remember your 21st ending with me driving you home while you insisted making bicycle signals out the car window.
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
apparently we spent 30 minutes inside that big Nike store turning all of their Duke gear inside out. for some reason the employees didn't stop us.
Your list of "good ideas" thumbtacked to the lampshade last night consisted of nothing but "tampon-pen" with a note indicating that girls could then always have something to write with, even naked.
The face that yo gabba gabba comes up when I'm stoned and searching for yoga workouts is scary or dangerous
I've friend zoned this boy hard. I made him change my nipple rings before he went home.
Walk of shame dressed as a Christmas tree, it happened. Ho ho ho bitches
If we can put a man on the moon, I'm sure we can turn a pringles can into a bong.
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
I'm tempted to randomly yell out 'SO HOW IS YOUR UNDERAGE GIRLFRIEND' but that would be callous
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