I just fired a shotgun out of the back of a truck going 60. i am going to miss oregon.
apparently i traded the tiffany necklace my mom bought me for 2 shots and next in line for beer pong at the frat.
He was streaking. We were hammered. We had roman candles. It only made sense to shoot them at him.
you both peed in the photobooth after the pictures were taken.
I recommend just blowing him. It's always the way to go.
It's a gift. Kind of like morning wood in my brain.
My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn't that bad
Swear to god our friendship has its limits. Stop peeing on the fucking refrigerator.
was I really that bad?
you army crawled across the kitchen floor, turned the cat into "super kitty" and crawled into the dog cage
looked up people from my old yearbooks. 3 ex boyfriends are gay. im getting drunk now.
Passing out drunk in my therapists lobby may not be the best way to confirm my "stability"
Last night was great... In the "I got videotaped making out and getting a handjob on the couch in front of 100 people." kinda way.
I'm not sure you count what happened last night as sex.
ya well i woke up to my roommate spraying me with windex...
Remember that time we were together? Yeah, I don't miss that.
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