kyle and i were puking, simultaneously, off the front porch at 4 am, and in the middle of it he looks up, reaches his hand over, and says "knucks." And then I proceeded to fist bump him. By farrr the best time I've ever had puking.
Carry on my wayward bro, there'll be beer when you get low. lay your neon tank to rest, dont you rage no more.
You do resemble something that has been used as a chew toy.
just remembered spooning on the cardboard and confessing to each other we had the spins.
when i saw his roomate the next night he kept openly referring to me as "the girl who orgasms loud" when he would try to get my attention
I've wasted nicer days than this hungover and dry heaving in bed.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
The shit I just took made me regret every life decision leading up to it.
WHY IS HE GONE WHEN I ACTUALLY HAVE THE AMOUT OF ESTROGEN TO HUMP A SQUIRREL?!?!
She has the perfect pussy. Looks like a paper cut with a puff of cotton candy on top.
You could woo kevin with a boquet of breakfast burritos. He loves those burritos. You could use the hot sauce packets like babies breathe
And now to play every stoner's favorite game: Where the Fuck Did We Park the Car?! Disneyland Edition!
Whats a little naked between friends. Just don't laugh or I'll be scared for life.
how am i in montreal? thats like a 3 hour train ride. i remember nothing.
Lol, maybe a little bit. I don't know. I don't keep a super keen memory log of dicks honestly.
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