is it wrong that I want a "Where The Wild Things Are" tshirt that points to my junk?
So I drew a giant robot attacking a city on the chem test. My TA colored in the fire on the burning building
Nyquil jello-shots aiding in health and happiness
As far as figuring life out your talking to a guy that's alternating text messages between his baby mama and a drunk bitch I met tailgating. My best advice is don't worry about shit out of your control and always and I really mean ALWAYS wear a condom.
Finally better. I had to use eye makeup remover to get the purple wine stains off my lips
being a senior sucks, I just started embracing my inner slutty college girl, and it's almost time to put her away...for like, ever. and i really like her.
The pastor just stopped the sermon to lay hands on me. THAT hungover.
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
U know when u get really drunk and u don't think anyone can see what your doing? If I'm that drunk the possibilities are endless
That guy is like a clown car of sexy. Just when I think I've seen it all, THERE'S MORE.
AND SOME IN THE TRUNK.
And some neighbor just saw me naked and hunched over a bag of potato chips stuffing my face. Maybe clothes aren't a bad idea.
I refuse to be socially acceptable any longer than what is needed to pick up chinese food.
I mostly blame me being such a miserable fuck on the fact that I was born on a Monday.
Hey the moment you step into my house, find me IMMEDIATELY so we can pinky promise on not roping anyone at the party into yet another threesome
The people around me on the bus dont know im wearing glowsticks under my clothes. I feel like a super hero.
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