This morning when you woke up you looked like one of the Wii Bowling people. I think it was the eyebrows combined with the sambuca
you woke up and yelled "the tv is moving" and fell on the floor and passed back out
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
I don't know what's worse, the fact that my parents own a sex swing or the fact that my little cousin was playing on it
I was naked with an australian flag taped to my boobs. Damn internationals think they can claim everything.
Oh and I found some acid for the drive back to school, productive day
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Where was your thought process?
Drowning in my hangover.
Until you wake up with a Hustler club stripper in the next room whose nipple you were coerced to lick at Snake & Jake's after breaking up a fight between an Indian and a Filipino, I don't wanna hear about your weird.
sex in a tree stand. check.
you lucky bastard
You don't know what lonely is until you've came in an Arby's Napkin
I got asked to "be the filling in a man sandwich." You don't get to pick the club again. EVER.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
The thing about being single is like Sunday morning sex is nice but so is Sunday morning eating Nutella from the jar in your underwear
I'm wearing a fleece onesie eating pop tarts on the train to work. Killing it.
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