i feel like an archaelogyst. im pulling apart last weeks brownies to find the weed in them
Apparently Sundays are the worst days for your friends to get their head split open and need stitches...there's only 1 doctor on duty
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
Second night spent with creepy guy. I either need to change his nickname or stop doing this.
Someone in a vagina costume on campus.
Half the people who compete die. All the rest either lose their minds or grow an innate fear of sharks, vodka, and fishbowls
you are not my drinking buddy, you are my drinking enemy.
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
Welcome to a new world. May the gods of weed smile upon you as you embark on exploring this new dimension.
Whore are you.
Is that a Yoda insult or are you asking me where I am?
Yes.
I feel like she is getting all kinds of bacterial exposure that may otherwise have been avoided had she been wearing pants
We cuddled after till the morning. Then he woke up sober... and straight.
I just want to see his penis in the light. Is that a crime?
4 of us. Guys and girls. Were sitting there discussing the passed out half naked Brit girl on the floor. She is no longer the international woman of mystery.
No pussy. I don't care what time of year it is you do not look tough wearing sandals. Honestly you look like a high school guidance counselor.
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