I woke up this morning naked, with a to-go box from Qdoba, an entire meal completely untouched. I have been piecing together my night to find some answers. I feel like Nancy Drew.
He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
Clearly I understand physics better when I'm on cocaine
..She then engaged in what she called an "interpretive pole dance"
No need to call an exterminator, the ants overdosed on the leftover lines on the counter.
I'm supposed to be studying for finals but all I can think about is blowing him on a sea doo this summer
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
I'm not wearing a bra, watching Netflix and eating gushers. I don't know a better way to spend a hangover.
I dont know but I had two different hospital bands and half a pie when i woke up.
Lets just say that a certain piercing set off certain alarms when I went thru the airport detector/scanner thingie. David was high fived like 12 times.
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
I just described cereal to my mother as "acoustic breakfast soup".
who is this
According to the rule of quantum porn mechanics, the mere thought of something kinky causes it to exist. So out there, somewhere, there is already riddler/smurf porn...
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