Like worst hickies ever he always gives them like wtf
franzia sundays are my new favorite holiday
we lost you for like an hour and then found you at some dive bar trying to teach dance lessons
and now I know what throwing up pineapple chunks is like.
Yeah, we had those soaking in vodka for like 36 hours
outstanding.
this bucketlist has just become an excuse for me to be slutty, and i'm not even ashamed
All the walks of shame were condensed into the hour before parents started showing up. Move out day is so bittersweet
If i need to get strippers involved i will.
his profile picture is him throwing up "#1" hands after his lax championship next to his coach that i fucked....embarrasing for him, yet ironically beautiful for me.
I bruised my spine.. Jungle gyms were clearly not meant for sex.
She's crying about either her ex boyfriend, her one night stand, or her own puke. None of those is worth the tears.
I put tequila in my salad dressing yesterday. Step the fuck up.
I just made some sangria and taking a roadie on my stroller walk around the hood! Parenting at its finest
he's a mother fucking interior design major!! we boned and fell asleep and now we're laying in bed discussing what color i should paint my room. i'm marrying him
well, i found him passed out on a picnic table two miles away with a lit cig in his hand...he had a rough night
The thing about online classes is the prof can't tell this mug is full of beer.
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