Sometimes I just feel like a tampon... At the right place, but at the wrong time...
Back in the days I was in love with that chick of Tokio Hotel, until she turned out to be a he. #durchdenmonsun
Once in a while, my farts smell so bad, my family thinks there is a dead animal somewhere in our house. I must be rotten inside.
The problem with KU Leuven Confessions is that you want to read the confessions, but you don't want to read the confessions.
I can enjoy a good fart as much as a good perfume.
HOW MANY ADMINS DOES THIS PAGE HAVE?
I don't know what (an) "ad fundum" is... and I'm sort of curious. Can't wait for next semester.
On a night out with my friend at the 'Ambi', we decided to call it a night after paying one last visit to the 'Giraf'. Once inside we noticed a hobo at the bar. Out of nowhere we start this huge conversation with Pascal (the homeless person). My friend and I decided to drink one more before going home. Then, sadly, I notice that I don't have enough money left. Pascal offered me a drink, he insisted on paying for my cuvée des trolls."
Long story short, I got offered a drink by a hobo.
My uncle liked post 917, I puked a little in my mouth.
Once I was fisting a girl and I'm sure somebody shook my hand!
I remove people as a facebook friend on their birthday.
I sometimes pretend I'm pregnant on the bus or train when it's crowded, so someone will give me his seat and I don't have to stand.
I was once so wasted that I traded my samsung galaxy s2 for some bitterballen.
I like lying in bed watching TV with a jar of honey on my lap, eating the honey with my fingers. Makes me feel like Winnie the Pooh (and also a bit horny).
Last night I dreamed that it was the beginning of the semester and I was making plans to go out. I was so sad when I woke up...