Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i love how you can even make your typing come across bitchy
i know, but like... i wanna be a CLASSY i'm-stealing-your-date kind of slutty...
I woke up to them arguing over who would get my morning wood. Oh, and I was dressed as Santa.
Dude just bought condoms some sad fuck next to me buying a pregnancy test he gave me a look like he'd pay me millions to switch places
what am i going to do when LOST is over? What am i going to get high to?
His roomates just started party boying me. He stood there with the look of horror on his face.
i just remember explaining why my socks were better than everyone elses.
there's a guy in the del taco parking lot doing pushups. let's be his friends
Like "oh its Monday, gotta get wasted today!" not "oh its Monday.. Gotta go to class"
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
just chugging fertility tea and vodka, no big deal.
Would it kill us to punctuate. That last text took me 5 min to read
I would be down to associate sex w taco bell
Haha! I swear, it's like I'm talking to Buddha with a slutty agenda. You are so full of wisdom.
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