This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
like if they didnt have tits and vagina, they have no idea how uninteresting to us they would be
Last night was epic. Hooked up with Emma Watson, found twenty bucks, and then passed out on my floor.
No you didn't. You drank unbelievable amounts of 151, passed out in someone else's bathroom, and we carried you back to your floor. Nice dreams though.
both roomates are passed out on the floor. I feel like I'm missing out on crucial bonding time by sleeping in my bed.
My mom walked down and caught me drinking by myself, watching the nanny at 3:30AM. I had no idea what to say
i was trying to find the best way to say come over and have sex, without saying it.
I woke up and found 10 txts from him. All sent at 6:30 am, and all about the muffin man.
I vaguely remember seeing that couple making out in front of that store and i yelled "I ALSO LOVE THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SOAP COMPANY!"
Made out with a mannequin all morning in cpr training, so im ready to party
Lets both be adults and never talk about last night again.
I think I might be harboring a Canadian in my womb.
So I have to borrow my moms car tomorrow to go pick up my ID from the strip club so I can board my plane tomorrow
hey, so i dont know your name. but im guessing we had sex last night. seeing that you're in my phone as "had sex time thursty thursday guy"
You walked into the frat house and screamed "whose down to fuck" i think they were more intimidated than anything
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