well, atleast the road to alcoholism is fun.
I think we should see other people.
Already working on it.
I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.
mom just called and i was mid bong hit but i answered anyways coughing and sounding rough she the apologized for waking her little angel up. its 2PM
There was a lot of him and a little penis
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
It finally happened. My conscience stopped working. I've never felt so free
Did you write your name in the dust on our toilet tank?
Are you also wondering how we get home after the party bus?
Home?
What can I say? I like my food like I like my women, not entirely fucked by our contemporary world.
Would you like to partake in getting high as fuck with your best friend and then proceeding to cry over the shit head guys we deal with?
I was supremely disappointed in the lack of dick and doughnuts in my life last week.
Power lunch with dad, pain pills and tequila shots. Dad does Monday hard.
He stopped me in the middle of a blow job to call his grandma for her birthday.
At least he has family values.
I just don't know how to say "I want to have sex you with before you graduate" in a classy way
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