So i just found out i replied to my room mates craigslist ad. Akward
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
I am three bowls, two beers, and a muscle relaxer into babysitting. What are you doing.
I sleep with the gay men, they no longer have questions about their sexuality. No strings attached at it's finest and i get new shopping buddies out if it. It really is a win win situation.
You are my idol.
Never backflip into an above ground pool. I think the gash will be smaller by Monday though.
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
I feel like i'm walking on a never-ending field of baby sheep.
hope your day is as exciting as mine- one of our trauma patients just stole an ambulance out of our bay... WITH AN EMT STILL IN IT.
Want to go swimsuit shopping? First one who cries buys ice cream.
What if he turns back to me, finds me seemingly fondling my breasts, and thinks I'm turned on by eagles?
I need someone to play with my boobs. Even platonically. I just need a good groping
Nothing will stop me from making the title of my paper "The Great Political Cock Block." Absolutely nothing.
I just sneeze out a chunk of leftover pickle I threw up last night. dont you try and tell me your day is going worse
im buying my prof a giftcard to the state store bc he talked ab crying into a glass of tequila so he deserves it
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