Oh man dude like 1000 to 1500 milligrams. Its gonna burn like bad though.
We're pretty sure the 'pocket' aspect of the hot pocket is unnecessary. Testing our theory now.
apparently i traded the tiffany necklace my mom bought me for 2 shots and next in line for beer pong at the frat.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
when i was ordering pizza, the guy muffled the phone but i could clearly hear him say "its that drunk bitch again"
He was about to puke, and so I handed him an empty beer can. In retrospect, not very helpful.
I'm gonna make this happen. You think it would be too forward to text him my room number with turn by turn directions straight to my crotch?
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
No no no...you park the car, stick your tongue down his throat, slip your number in his pocket, invite him to insomnia, and THEN LEAVE. You go from awkward to epic in a matter of seconds.
Someone left me hummas on my door step between the hours of 1am-3am
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
I or someone else dumped a lot of glitter into my boobs last night.
So uh... Did you mail me business cards that describe my profession as "tortured soul"?
We never leave a bad bitch behind. its a party foul..we'll find you somehow
I just landed at Logan and some guy threw up in the baggage carousel. Boston never really changes
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