drink some water, pull the trigger, get a bfast sandwich. Only good things.
I dk what to do with this kid he is like legitimately interested in my life.
Best. Four. Twenty. Ever.
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
We need to tone down the drinking before our 7pm class. I don't remember receiving any of these handouts.
He SHOWED UP to the party wearing one shoe and a dinosaur hat. He kept lifting up his shirt and asking people to bite his nipple.
hey fuckhead. when i said not to grow shrooms in our apartment, that didn't mean "yea, sure. grow shrooms in our apartment"
I'm texting an actual stripper. A male stripper. I dont wanna talk about it yet
In other news, I had my first sex related injury of the school year so that's cool
Honestly, this is a first for me. I've always prided myself on my ability to pretend to get along with others.
Sometimes the most spiritual fucking thing to do is punch somebody in the face.
And when were you going to tell me to stop dancing on his coffee table singing "come on irene?"
OMG OMG OMG I just throwed up in his pillow case when he wentto start the sho wer, time to grab my bra and bounce!!!
Wow.
Irony: drinking your pre workout supplement out of the cup your Krispy Kreme doughnut holes came in.
Me and dad were just reflecting on that time he found a gas mask bong in the backyard.
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