Yeah...you.wanna.hang.out.tomorrow?My.space.button.is.broken.
wtf someone played my fucking brickbreaker games and lost i had ten fucking lives. ughhh
maybe you did when you were drunk
no way, i wasn't THAT drunk.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
do you think I can still get an erection if I donate blood today? this is important.
P.S, i don't recommend doing keg stands on top of vehicles.
the cops who came hadnt heard yet. when we told them they sang the star spangled banner with us
I honestly can't remember your justification for putting peanut butter on your cell phone.
you said candy land and then passed out.
ps. we found your stash in the candyland game. Thanks.
U know when u get really drunk and u don't think anyone can see what your doing? If I'm that drunk the possibilities are endless
Our conversation concluded a weekly schedule of casual sex in between classes.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
I need to sleep so I can die properly tomorrow.
I'm just hitting the tip of the iceberg on accents for this trip...so basically my panties are done for.
Not sure she's stomping around my apartment muttering incoherently about wanting to speak to the colonel
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