They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
normal stoners make pot brownies. gay stoners make pot chocolate covered cherries on a cinnamon graham cracker crust which by the way are very effective.
she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
I felt like I was in a real life creepy Myspace message. "girl u cute" ... "girl u got a really nice smile"
corn on the cob and anal lube are not substitutes for the real thing
Any clothing i put on is too many clothes.
That boy needs some memories to take back home with him
he just sat there, in the doorway of my dorm room, chuggin a fifth like nobodys buisness.. don't know whether to fuck him or be afraid of his confidence
My main goal for tomorrow night is to make it back into my own bed
holy fuck man...it feels like I got beat the fuck out of by death's baseball bat...chimichangas?
Well I think won that argument, as the cops were leaving, they offered me a ride to the airport
I'm like a freaking volcano of life and sexual frustrations
Oh you know just explaining sexual consent to a drunk 80 year old man. How is this my life?
God damn. You sleep with one 40 year old married dude and suddenly you have “daddy issues”. Fuck all of you.
i ate pretzels. i might be the first human to be hospitalized from pretzels. that's how bad this is.
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