My grandpa is talking about laundry and he asked if i could run a "small hot load." Wow. I had to leave the room.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i have a "get your shit together" dinner with my parents tonight. After that ill be down to party
I miss Michael Jackson so much sometimes
just fucked my old babysitter, gotta love block parties
We started a mustache riot at white castle at 4 in the morning. Will explain in detail.
After last night, I've decided I will now bang only men who professionally ride things for a living. I will accept jockeys, cowboys, bullriders, and pro bicyclists who lie and say they're bullriders.
You know it's a good party when even the dealers were too fucked up. Just found and counted 140 E pills I found in a bag in the couch. Just paid for weed this month.
Apparently getting a blow job in the mens room from the bar owners daughter will get you kicked out.
I just picked up my phone and one shoe from the man mowing the lawn next to the ice rink. He found them in a tree.
Like I'm literally drinking whiskey and making a stocking for my cat right now. What. Goes. On.
The best part of the night was you shouting "I have to take the LSAT tomorrow" between shots of fireball.
He was so high he started playing Twister on the striped rug. Then when we missed midnight he went on a screaming rampage about his New Year's Eve being meaningless. How do you think it went?
I need dunkaroos back in my life.
final thoughts: i just want someone into choking me out, weed and anime
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