if i had a camp nickname it would be Flick Bean
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
I just made a friends list on fb of all the guys ive hooked up with. genius.
fireball beer pong. youre missing out
how is that even possible?
ove gloves.
be there in ten.
He's trying to kill me, one liver cell at a time. It's going to be a slow, but awesome death
I'm shutting down my vagina temporarily...it's like the last two weeks were a going out of business sale...and now it needs a break...
He ended up walking out of his bedroom and told me to look at the nonexistent fire he was holding in his hand. Im upset I didn't take those shrooms.
Let's get weird.
It's 10 am...
I'm assuming that means you're not busy...
Someone drunkenly cleaned and organized my car last night... Nothing's missing, so that's a plus.
Can you plz delete the video of me twerking in Waffle House, my mom just got a vine.
He didn't even get to the first chorus of Hotel California before he started convulsing on top of me.
You know it was a good night when visa fraud prevention services are calling
I can't believe I haven't fucked an Elvis impersonator yet.
You're even getting laid in my dreams, god I'm a good wingman
Last thing I remember at your house last night is your dad leaning on the beer pong table and saying "you guys can fucking party"
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