i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
and after you realized your puke was bright blue, you started crying hysterically and screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BE A SMURF!" no more uv blue for you.
i'm sitting in the library realizing that the 2 most productive things i did this weekend was have sex and go to the liquor store...
a lot of self evaluation comes after you have to clean up a trashcan of your own vomit and condoms
I just wanted to yell " i am not a shake weight!!"
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
So someone just pointed out to me that during dinner, I mentioned more women that I'm attracted to than men. The transition might be complete. I'm gay.
I feel like this is the moment of high where you have to write these texts down to remember to text them and feel that somehow this is important to the continuity of the world.
She dresses cool and she's mean. And she has fake boobs I feel like I can relate to her on so many levels.
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
My boobs are hoarders, they steal food and hide it. Greedy bitches.
I went to smoke a bowl and realized that my lighter is out and there's still frozen blueberries in my bong... I need to reevaluate my life...
if anyone breaks out the olive oil & slip n slide, text me 911.
He was calculating the number of ceiling tiles when I was on top it was fucking rain man.
she filled my toilet with birdseed... i tried flushing it but now it's clogged so she has to come over and fix it because it was her mistake in the first place
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