so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
i just went dwnstairs and there are 5 guys without their shirts on hugging each other. i think i should leave now
there hasn't been a girl guy ratio this good since a guy jumped on one of the Titanic life rafts
We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
when she first told me she hooked up with him my initial response was to shout "WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!"
I feel like this is the moment of high where you have to write these texts down to remember to text them and feel that somehow this is important to the continuity of the world.
this is what happens when you pick a roommate a year in advance.. she ends up hating you for hooking up with for of her extended family members
Maybe it's just my body's way of telling me I don't need pinky toes. Like I'm the next evolutionary leap or something...
We call it "Dishes: Hard Mode". Basically whoever is doing dishes gets head but needs to finish the dishes before they cum.
And so far nothing been broken!
I fail to see the problem of enjoying a glass of wine while I poop...
the point I'm tryimg to make is that you didn't need to take the whole box in with you
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
Not to mention I think lunch is a little inappropriate when our relationship is only based on Mario kart and alcohol so far...
turns out putting a tie on my unicorn onesie didn't make it acceptable "formal wear" and I found salsa in my cup holder
So the TSA can feel me inside and out in front of 40 people, but they catch me fucking in the bathroom 20 feet away and all of a sudden their the decency police
But for real though. That weed tastes like the jolly laughter of Santa Claus.
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