I was so drunk last night I wanted to download a Busta Rhymes album.
everyone knows he gets back in a week and after that i'm not sleeping around anymore. it's like i have a expiration date.
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
He added me on Facebook. I'm pretty sure he got my name from the inside of the bra I had lost in the frat house.
Nothing is more important than the last pool party of the season. Call in sick or gay or something.
We had a 30 min conversation last night about whether or not to bone that girl with a lisp to see if she moans with one...
I hope they realize that to me "collecting their mail" is synonymous with "fucking in every room in their house, and twice in the party shower."
I haven't seen her in ages, how is she?
Well I woke up next to her this morning so I guess I would say she could be doing better
I also made him write a nonfiction romance novel about what happened and to give it to me when the time was right
If my mom's not going to offer me drugs then it's really pointless for me to be here.
well all i have to say, besides fuck you, is YOU try assembling ikea shelves while high on molly.
Why would you trust me with ANYTHING!!!???
Little does she know that you've out-sourced your conscience to a girl who doesn't even wear pants on a regular basis
dude me and this dog are gonna go bond oon the tramplene with stromboli... i think everyone is staring at me... being this high is SO stressful
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
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