just because she blew him doesn't mean she knows his name.
i feel like arbor mist is too classy for that. you need a colt 45
Yeah you're right. The one time when arbor mist is too classy
I'm drinking Dom Perignon from the bottle with a straw just to piss of some french dude.
I just made Jack Daniels snow cones.
our night together was a product of my beer goggles and jennifer aniston-like desperation.
I have vodka an food stamps. At some point today, that will undoubtedly turn into jello shots.
Like. There is beer on the other side of that door and 6 yards in. If he's not back in 20 minutes to let me in, I am using this tree as a battering ram.
The good news is the house is clean, the bad news is someone redecorated the bonus room by spray painting "free willy" on the wall in honor of the girl who passed out in there last night.
Post a pic on facebook and see if those same 46 girls find shitting in the bed handsome and adorable
Yeah, you're right, it's a conspiracy against you. This small tight knit group of people who don't like assholes.
The dude at Coffee Bean just handed me my tea latte and whispered, "pomegranate blueberry is such a sexy flavor". With a wink. I'm almost certain that there's an STD floating around in my drink.
He plays guitar, sings like an angel, and acts like a gentleman. If I don't fuck him by the end of first semester, I'm dropping out
Like I didn't gracefully walk into these feelings. No, I fucking stumbled and fell face fucking first.
NO ITS THAT IM A SEXUAL DEVIANT AND CANT FILTER MYSELF
*jedi mind trick* you want to go down on me
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