i got lost in a forest last night. this morning I realized the "forest" was just 6 trees on campus.
i just got arrested. apparently dont move means dont move.
And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
You're sure you don't want to come? I'm pretty sure there is going to be "Pin the Tail on the Baby".
they're both coked to the gills having a shouting match about the powers and abilities of godzilla. and using the wikipedia entry on the topic to support their respective arguments.
You know, having a conversation evolve from attractive men to roommate orgies would be weird with anyone else, but you get me.
Basically I don't wanna put on pants...but I'm stoked for drinking my face off tomorrow.
Her family was right next to mine during christmas eve mass. Between the terrifying glares and her trying to set my sleeve on fire during the candle part I am VERY sure she knows im fucking her ex...
Actually let's just focus our energy on not getting committed to a psych ward.
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
he just cleaned his wound with pinnacle whipped
I woke up with jello shots in pant pockets so I must've had fun
I have in my possession one ukulele shaped package.
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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