last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
Best text conversation ever. Other than the one we had about using blood for lube.
Her life must suck. All she's got is "Miss Shamrock" WHICH SHE LOST!
Slipping me an edible before my ochem final was not your brightest idea. Looks like I'm switching to business.
At second job interview this week. Wearing pants to hide pole dancing bruises. This my life.
I also just told a guy I was available for counseling in case he needed to 'bang' things out. I've become a monster.
Also he didn't buy condoms after we ran out last week. Luckily I had one, but I told him he should be more optimistic about getting laid
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
sex in a hospital.. check
So is that the only criterion for shenanigans now? Don't die?
Fell asleep on kitchen floor again, chicken nuggets everywhere.
You tried to order fondue take-out.
From Taco Bell.
bitch, i have a flask. i've got things under control.
god. marry me.
from across the room i saw you look into your beer and whisper "i love you"
I can't decide which is the most disgusting: emily having sex on the stairwell of a frat, michelle shaving her vagina with a razor she found in a frat bathroom, or me getting fingered on the dance floor by some rando. opinions?
Randomize
