I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
As soon as I saw the video camera and red light on, I started rolling my eyes when he would put it in me and telling him maybe his dick was too small cause I didn't feel anything...trust me that tape is going nowhere
That's the last time I try to be adventurous at a gas station
at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
This is one of those situations that make me think to myself "what life decision did I make to get here"
btw good call for not making out for a pitcher of vodka, this hangover is bad enough
He made me a period mix..should I back out now?
You know were out to late when I call my hook up at 8:08pm and 8:08am in the same night.
Was it just me or did you also find it awkward when "glad you came" started playing on pandora right after you finished?
I'm 99.9% sure the people upstairs are using walki-talkies to talk to each other across the room. Too high for this shit
Okay so I've been talking to the mice again and they agree with me that you're a piece of shit.
So was this before or after he cried about trump?
After
? I'm just sitting watching something borrowed alone, crying in my boxers , feel like I should probably do something
I am NOT losing my v-card to a guy who doesn't know my ass from my elbow.
Randomize
