Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
Ask him about the girl he took home Saturday night. I swear she voted for Kennedy.
Using that mug my little cousin painted for me as an ashtray for my weed...at least next time he asks me if I'm using it I can say yes
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
I need to stop ravaging the freshman dorm like a virginity-snatching dragon.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
Come in your red robin gear. If you smell like French fries we can make love.
He hasn't responded in 6 hours and the last thing he sent me was a picture of 7 grams of coke. I'm getting kinda worried
I got really upset about missing him last night when I was demonstrating penis sizes of the people I've slept with using a tape measurer to my roommates
He even wore it to bed. What the hell. He's too excited about that goddamn costume.
someone in the elevator just told me i looked like a struggle but i smell very pretty..
So, were you planning on telling me you left your panties in my glovebox??
Don't forget my pants whenever you come over, otherwise we can't get in.
We're sitting on the kitchen floor drinking and talking about mounting real light sabers to the dog's head.
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