rainy day on campus = new personal fetish for girls in booty shorts and colorful rain boots
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
He came up to me muttering about the pills on the bathroom floor... I found him an hour and a half later trying to take naked photos of himself with an alarm clock...
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
The question of "Will I eat a piece of curried chicken off the floor?" has been answered tonight.
He just made me apologize because his morning wood is NOT a laughing matter.
...Then she just started hitting me with a loaf of bread.
i get of class at 4. it takes me 17 minutes to walk home and 3 to load a bowl. thank you, priority registration.
I know you claim to have a large penis but I do not believe in what i cannot see. Sort of like god.
Maybe walking up to the cops busting our party with a "Things go better with Coke" t-shirt on and asking for my extra license back that my little brother got busted with wasn't the best idea of the night.
He started doing the gator chop at my vag and said he couldn't wait to "chomp" on it later...and I still slept with him. I hate gainesville.
He asked me what I wanted the cake to say and I then asked him if "I'm sorry for throwing up in your bed last night" was too long. He said it was...
I just got called the stable friend. This makes me super uncomfortable
No. I don't like you. I like your penis. Chin up. At least I like part of you.
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