You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Take this only to mean that we love you, but we're having a serious, half-hour, hypothetical discussion about how far we think we could throw you.
WHY AREWNT YOU HERE SO MUCH FUN STUFF DO IT GET IN CAR NOW caps lock
BTW. If I show up really drunk and dressed a cowboy, don't be alarmed
congratulations to me i think I am on the road to legitimate alcoholism
cool. same. I'm in class drinking
NOT OKAY
sorry for partying
THATS NOT PARTYING THATS DRINKING IN CLASS
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
I don't know what I'm more pleased with, the blowie last night or that fact that there's still 20 dollars in my wallet
Boobs are out for the taking
I think I have a bro crush.. When I imagine him, I imagine him waking up to go take a shower and just finding three bitches making out waiting for him. Like that awesome.
i think ive crossed the line from sexually frustrated to sexually furious
It was at the same house, but a different party, when lesbians set me on fire. So there's that.
I wanna get a tattoo next to my tattoo that says, my ex did this so don't fucking ask
"can you come pick me up from the ikea parking garage i think i slept here"
I woke up saran wrapped to a chair....
OMG also, I'm sorry I tased you a lil
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