so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
I wonder what a non-hungover friday at work is like
I got offered a handle of vodka and tomato soup to bring his dog home. He knows me all too well.
Wanna hang out, and by hang out I mean go get plan B... and maybe lunch, but mostly plan b
I decided they need a food cart that just roams around the library like the cotton candy people at the circus. But with real food. like tacos cause it sounds delicious.
I just want to curl up with him and brush his hair and sing love songs together, I think you should come over and end this
You didn't even properly utilize my pigtails.
I'm pretty sure I just crapped out my pancreas. I have 2 of those, right?
No night ever ends well that starts with "you know what this needs? More tequila".
holy fuck man...it feels like I got beat the fuck out of by death's baseball bat...chimichangas?
just when his roommates walked in, we were naked in the kitchen. proceeded to awkwardly pretzel walk back into his room to cover each other (not that they haven't seen me naked plenty of times) and continue to have glorious morning sex. his roomates love me.
You know you're an upperclassmen when you go to a party with no makeup, wet hair, weed socks, and no shoes, take a shot ski, then leave
All I ever wanted was my bed, Tylenol, and total darkness. Instead I had a pervert with porno posters who blares german rock calling me tootsie pop. How was your saturday night?
He is saved in her phone as Sir. Mindfuck <3/ vag cleaner of course I need to meet him.
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