If I could text you the sound of me vomming, I would.
He can hate all he wants but were fucking with these crocs on
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
what if every blade of grass was a penis?
Just turned my microbiology homework into a drinking game. The words are getting blurry but I think we're really bonding.
Eating doritas dunked in queso con salas. Salllas. Salska. Salsa. Got it. Shhiitt. Salsa con queso. That's better. I'm hot pink socks.
I just saw a girl walking up the hill with a little red wagon full of booze... I want to be in her study group.
Not sure. We'll pass out on that bridge when we stumble to it.
If you do that, i will make all sorts of uncomfortable comments about my nipples being soft
Just think of your bundle of joy thats on its way. And how hes gunna rip your vagina apart
Die.
This reminds me of the time I was given a lap dance by a David Bowie drag king...
Nah, he's definitely here somewhere. Whether he survived the night or not is your problem, but I'm pretty sure he's around.
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
I RAN OVER A NUN! I RAN OVER A FUCKING NUN! GOD WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS NOW!!!
You fist bumped my dick last night saying good game. That you'll be back for the 2nd game...
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