We're exchanging pot brownie recipes in my substance abuse class. This is going to be an awesome 7 weeks.
I'm so used to throwing up its no longer a game of hanging over the toilet. Now it's just 'stand up, aim for the toilet, do my thing' then walk out
ok, she started talking about how she swears her step dad killed her mom. starting to back out of this one
Is it ironic that the girl with the horse face is also on the equestrian team?
TAing a class of 300 froshies and being so hungover I forgot a bra is my way of making dreams come true.
Also, you tried to make me learn all of the presidents, in order, with a picture book as an aid. At 4 am. What the fuck?
I don't have patience to seek someone out and try to decipher whether or not I think I'd want to actually have their dick in my face.
He kept checkin to make sure you were still alive after you passed out on his bed, After like the 4th time he walked back in there you were naked on his bed eating an apple, claiming he needed to be the Adam to your Eve..That drunk..
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
Can you work for me at 4? We might have just taken some drugs we found in the couch and... end of story
Fuck edible panties there is a dress made out of bacon
All I'm sayin is that I don't want to raise anything. Or deal with anything. Or having anything come out of my vagina. I mean, I don't think that's asking too much.
I ate a hotdog off the ground last night.
I saw a picture of a baby and it reminded me to take my birth control. Priorities
Change the sheets & put your dick in the dishwasher. I'll see you in an hour.
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