You hook up with other guys, let him talk to other girls.
no
Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
We've got 2 weeks of college left-I want to feel like Gary Busey by graduation.
I just found 17 dollars of saltine crackers in my room. confused incredibly. suprised not at all.
Just found the video that explains the neighborhood applause. Your landlord is awesome, and the clothes are on the roof
i chipped my tooth tryin to cut thru her pantyhose. that stuff is bulletproof.
We decided I could make bicurious-jitos or ho-meh-jitos or heteroflexible-jitos. But not homojitos.
my bartender licked my nipple. never stay after hours
What can I say, your life is charmed. I'm on the couch trying to decide whether or not to puke again.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Drinks appeared in front of me. Who am I to deny destiny? And by destiny, I mean free drinks, which appear by magic.
Turns out she left way earlier. So I'm stuck with this guy asking where he can score meth and if I'm really straight.
well. can officially check "get caught having sex on the front porch by the neighbors" off the bucket list.
Puke-y regrets or just things-seem-far-away regrets?
I can tell that I'm high when listening to celine dion becomes such a life changing experience
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