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I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff
i just used a pokemon card to do blow. i need an adult. now.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
you were crying while pretty ricky was playing, what did you want me to do
just so you're aware of it in the morning: you tried to slide down the railing on a snuggie. twice.
dude. i just ate tomato soup with a funnel. we're out of spoon-straws.
Held my professor's hair back while she was puking. I'd better get an A out of this or else the pics are going on Facebook.
Apparently I covered myself in sunscreen before I went to bed. Im just assuming that due to the fact I found an empty bottle of sunblock
She was touching herself and looking a shoes online. My debt is bad enough without bringing that hot mess into my life.
I want to get up and tell you that smells delicious but I'm struggling with the idea of pants
No more twerking this week. I think I dislocated a boob.
"What's your dick like homie" is not really an acceptable thing to say out loud
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
The only thing I remember is the 300 pound man breaking ur railing from sliding down it at 3 am. Must of been a good night.
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