I can't, I'm busy. I've been walking around Tokyo on google maps for an hour.
You tried to pay the bartender in graduation checks, I think you'll be fine in the real world.
Ive yelled into your vagina. There are few lines we haven't crossed at this point.
I think I'm going to postpone my photo shoot until my Gpa dies. I don't want to be in lingerie and stripper heels when I finally get the call
I had such a pleasant walk of shame. The sun was shining, I smiled at all the high school suckers who judged me on their way to school, and I made friends with an old guy and his dog.
I think I'll handle my grief by throwing myself headlong into lesbianism. Seems like a fitting tribute to you.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
I just instagramed a picture of an ostrich in case you were wondering what I did with my night
Your loyalty to the Redskins reminds me how no matter how much I disappoint you, you will still always be rooting for me.
lets do drugs on my lunch break tomorrow
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
There's so much mac and cheese stuck to my foot right now
Yeah because the only thing stopping you from fucking Emma Watson is you not being a Gryffindor
At this point in job hunting, I'm willing to become a leather daddy if it means some sort of income.
I just drunkenly emailed my feminist dissertation as a resignation letter for my call center job. What am I doing with my life!?
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