The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
Why is the garage door in the middle of the street?
i secretly love the power trip of being their RA & busting these idiots for everything i did as a freshman
What can I say, I'm a giver.
Smoking up the homeless at 3am does not make you a humanitarian.
I refrained from asking a guy what he spilled on his dick because it smelled good. Morals.
It's called being normal.
When i left he was drinking an entire pot of coffee out of the pot with a straw. It's safe to say he's using a personal day
Going through my bras is like traveling back in time through my past hookups and relationships....
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
We're fucking and Lee Greenwood God Bless the USA comes on and he came. It was the most Roll Tide America moment of my life.
I was gonna drive but when i tried to use telekinesis to get my keys, I knew I shouldn't be driving
You fell in the corner and refused to get up unless someone helped you. And then you crawled under the pool table and took a nap.
Let's get drunk and take out your tonsils tonight
Definitely ended up doing Coke with Chewbacca in the porta potty behind the haunted house.
Well, I was giving him a handy and I sighed in boredom. He heard. I had to fake moaning sounds after he asked if I sighed.
Randomize
