Would it be weird if I brought slabs of bacon with me to the beach?
Well the walls are thin and I can hear the couple next door having sex. I think their dog is somehow involved.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Strangers are buying me shots and I got hit on by lesbians. How is it only tuesday
he's like watermelon oreos; I know they're gross and weird and I shouldn't like them, but I can't stop eating them because they're there.
I have to go buy generic plan b after work. I don't even leave for the new semester for another 11 days. I think I just leveled up in sluttiness
If you ever feel goofy just think of the fact that I just shaved the batman symbol into my pubes
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
New fact of life: getting Becca high never helps any situation at all ever.
I’m not closing myself off the to the possibility of making a bad life choice.
I mean it's up to you where you want to sleep but I'm telling you you're going to hear us have sex no matter what room you're in.
Fair enough
He tried to brush a hair off my cheek, but turns out it was just a freakishly long chin hair. So no, we didn't bang.
Don't try to butter me sideways
That is without a doubt the most Southern thing you have ever said.
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning on the A train on 14th street. You wouldn't know anything about that right?
It's a classy one I promise! Their toilets are cushioned an tier wifi is named hummingbird
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