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"
smoking weed is really the only logical conclusion to hangovers
It's not just about fucking anymore... We decided we're actually in like now..
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
i woke up to him dangling his cock in front of my face
You filled up my voicemail with a slurred but graphic depiction of how you were humping a fire hydrant.
Just thought you should know that your brother tried to febreeze his floors with cooking spray last night.
Yes. Yes. Double yes. I'll bring the tits. You bring the frosting.
I'm eating captain crunch out of a cup half full of beer so idk
What drugs are we doing when you visit?
The correct answer is all the drugs because I just found out they have glow in the dark bubbles.
They used the ice bucket from their room to drink beer from and called it the "Holy Grail"
just woke up. hair smells like weed and bbq. shins are bruised. vague memory of us chasing deer at the park at 3 am. fill me in on what exactly happened.
IF YOU DIE ON LSD YOU DIE FOR REAL
Im blaming it on six shots of Jack, loneliness and a chemical imbalance. That's the best I can think of...
Her pegging playlist is all heavy metal so stay away if you wanna keep your ass intact
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