apparently the secret to your success is patron
I'm one shot of soco 100 away from fucking a mailbox
he likes to slap my ass alot untill he missed and hit his own balls poor bastard kept on going.
Im cutting you off tonight ONE boy at a time
He woke me up at 3 am, turned me on, then changed his mind. There is no way he is getting out of twilight now.
There is someone hissing in the hallway. Not even a typo. Not pissing. Hissing. Like a large cat. Or a komodo dragon.
It takes a special kind of Adderall to make me go to the hardware store, buy paint, and paint tiny polka-dots on all four of my bedroom walls.
Since when do you jog?
Since hot shirtless guy that lives across the street jogs
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
HOW DID ALL OF US MISS THE OBVIOUS: I'LL SHAKE YOUR SPEARE
as much as I don't like snorting drugs, I would totally be fine with someone doing a line off my ass. that's just a whole new up
You're just a heartbreaker with a knitting problem
So...I maybe walked across campus last night with my life size Joe Biden cut out.
I just got a robo call from the Addiction Help Line. Not sure how to take that.
I would just like to say that I was the one who said that we should find scissors, when they were cutting your hair with a kitchen knife. I am responsible.
I still feel bad for it, even though I technically only videotaped it and helped will to distract the questioning neighbor
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