So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
My lecture teach is passed out next to me. I think I'm doing pretty good for a freshman.
He filled four shots of Everclear and walked around saying "FREE VODKA SHOTS". he is to blame.
If you're wondering why you have playpen balls it's because we stopped at chuckie cheese on the way home.
Then you better bring Starbucks and a box of condoms in the morning.
Oh shit. This is getting real.
I'd rather not be labeled as that girl who came over, drank a bunch of their alcohol, woke up the 5 year old, broke shit and left
Just peed out a window, not entirely sure it's open. Can't tell. I'll find out in the morning.
We climaxed at the same time during ain't no mountain high enough. Does it get more cheesy or domestic for a non relationship?
So what's your itinerary for Amsterdam?
Show up, get drunk, get laid, try not to miss my flight home.
I swear, the guy behind me wasn't paying attention until the words "middle aged fuckboy" came out of my mouth.
No, not if I told them not to. they listen to me. I have a vagina.
Who was that dick in the suit telling us to stop drinking?
The priest.
I want to meet people. Preferably ones with penises
what a classic moment of my life. A buffet of taco bell and a taser gun.
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