Its about making memories worth repressing
My life is like the prequel to "40 Year Old Virgin"
Apparently I signed "I love you" on my bar tab last night.
Discovered the secret to willingly attending my 3-o'clock class. Ahoy, Cap'n.
he doesn't care that i have a boyfriend so why should i?
logic in its finest
Wella between the drunkards, the inevitable slutty costumes, and someone doing a BODY SHOT OFF A PREGNANT GIRL, i lost my halloween spirit. Bah humbug.
I miss the smell of you or some shit.
so far we have 6 big wheels and 10 boxes of wine for the tour de franzia. team drunkslut is favored to win the yellow jersey.
You're making her cookies in enchange for knitting lessons. You will die a virgin.
I'm stealing this baby.
Well I always support illegal activity but where would you put it?
turns out putting a tie on my unicorn onesie didn't make it acceptable "formal wear" and I found salsa in my cup holder
It was all good till you had ppl chasin shots of ciroc with fucking applesauce
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
I find him attractive in the absolute weirdest way. Like I need him to do my taxes, but I also feel like I should spill things on him to gain his attention and then lick it off to gain his affection.
Wait... so you had sex and then your ear drum ruptured? I'm not sure if I want to ask if the two are related...
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