Reason #437 to hate Louisiana: Just went to the public bathroom at work. It was so humid the toilet seat was damp and sticky. Either it's the humidity or I sat in somebody's yesterday piss. I choose to believe the humidity.
you were making out, puked over his shoulder and insisted everything was okay
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
I blacked out after the shots of canned lobster bisque.
Just your daily reminder that we're terrible people: the average number of men a woman sleeps with in their lifetime is 4
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
Ok. So let me get this straight. She treats her vagina like a clown car, yet judges me for just making out with the guy that bought all of us shots?
The people at subway are so judgy when you stop to get a sandwhich on your walk of shame
I just got my evaluation. My manager told me he hated my guts and pretty much wanted to stab me in the face. Then he gave me an "exceeds expectations" on pretty much everything and a raise.
So I guess I bought a cat last night. Fuuuccckkk.
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
Haha I wasn't coming anyway. I'm watching Snow White and don't want to put pants back on. Those are completely unrelated. Have a good night.
Fuck it, i havent messed around in half a year. I have sexual tension with a fire hydrant.
Good for you, kid with a beer in hand as you walk to your 11 am class.
I thought this was a dry campus.
That means you have to bring your own beer from home.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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