Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
i shall enjoy my approximately 2 hours of being sober today
this must be what syphilis tastes like
just walk of shamed past a man riding a bike. RIDING A BIKE. what a wholesome life he must lead.
I have a test in the morning in sign language about signs for drugs and alcohol use. Im drunk and rolling a blunt. I've never felt so confident about a grade in my life.
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
She stumbled into class and Google image searched nipple piercings for the entire 75 minutes
I got back from work this morning after working the night shift to find an NFL player scaling the side of our apartment...from your window. He just took sneaking out to all new level. Care to explain?
I think that about sums it up, actually.
With everyone putting up pictures of their moms on Facebook it's time to go single MILF hunting.
this makes me concerned. not enough to actually do anything about it, but yeah.
Can you bring me some underwear? I feel uncomfortable going underwear less at a Remembrance Day ceremony.
I danced shirtless on a platform with a fucking stripper who went to MIT
And pointless. I'm fully vested in all my calories coming from booze today. The salad just fucks that shit up
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