I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
What's he like?
The usual. Sarcastic, dark, full of fucked up emotional problems that result in fantastic sexual prowess.
advice for life: when the cop takes your tallboy, don't ask for your coozy back
the fire alarm went off. we werent sure whether to leave or turn the music up louder
Hate to say it and even though I definitely have a biased opinion but I'm surprised your not, sleeping with anyone else. Good personality, charisma and amazing in the sack.
Feel free to use me as a reference.
apparently my buddy was fucking on our couch downstairs so i decided it was necessary to walk downstairs naked in a hockey mask.
He carried around a bottle of jäger the whole night and when everyone thought the cops came, he started doing push ups in the middle of the floor cause he said it calmed him down.
I want you to get off the plane and get directly into my pants
I'm suffering a hangover from deep within. I feel like the half of the parts of my body are permanently laced with alcoholic substances
You sent me a snapchat of you hugging a beer with the caption "best friend"
AND HOLY SHIT FLUBBER IS ON NETFLIX
Worst. Date. Ever. He peeled a layer of bread off his mini burger buns because they had "too many carbs".
I may be a feminist, but I am not above using my body to distract you if it means I might beat you in a game of scrabble.
I also farted in bed this morning and said, "I don't even care. My body deserves that."
the raccoons are back...
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