I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
her sex was completely horrible but her weed was great. imma ask her out again
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
he kept his composure pretty well until he puked on the cop car
they arrested me when i was peaking, i'm pretty sure they were specifically looking for me but i was too busy rolling around, loving the grass to notice the police car..
So I totally just remembered that you tried to smoke a hornet out of it's nest.
I love you more than champagne and correct grammar
Just realized ive been sitting through all of lab with a condom in my bra.
yay hump day
Wait. Wine + Crossbow..?
Also, I'm sat on the floor drinking cava because life is just not working for me tonight.
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
I pulled up iMessage on my computer and I'm pretty sure two people in my class saw that dick pic you sent. Sorry!
You're like my little fucked up version of the groundhog seeing its shadow, only it's boobs and warm weather.
It is like...the most transformative hard on I have ever had.
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