Come on... In this relationship-economy, you gotta have "awesome blowjobs" on your resume.
I mean this holiday was built on cheap beer, shitty whisky, and processed meat... and I fully plan to honor that
My cousin had a baby so we have to look at it. Apparently the event is byob
when you agree to fuck a guy it does by NO means make it okay for his roommate to hide in the closet with doritos and watch
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
Just saw a tranny in a skimpy captain america costume walking around campus. Going to follow her. You gotta see this
Not sure I just ate a really big pot brownie, I feel like my future is uncertain
Just had to stop myself from doing a bump on the Disney bus. The struggle is real.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
*goes to show prof a picture* *forgets tit pic is in camera roll*
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
I associate the Game of Thrones theme song with his dick now.
I didn't want to shower, so I shaved my legs in the pool . That drunk .
I wear drunk well.
Don't know where this pizza came from but i got breakfast in bed
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