Sorry I wasn't really responding earlier. I was really fucking high and so into that car chase.
you know that saying beer then liquer makes you sicker, it should be beer then pickles makes you throw up alot, everywhere.
he couldn't find his key, so we just had sex on his parent's porch while we waited for his mom to get home.
Should I be alarmed that you're a regular enough at a bar to show up in sweatpants?
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
First memory of my senior year: Going into registration still drunk from last night.
i formally give you permission to eat me when i pass out
Technically ya I did. Hes tried to get down my pants like 3 times now and every time I have been all "these are not the Droids you are looking for"
Never go with a hippy to a second location. I fucking hate Xanax.
Discovery: there is a folder in my pictures labeled "Your Name and cats"
I drank so much that my feet don't feel like my feet
I gave his daughter swim lessons and in exchange he sold me an ounce. I feel so accomplished.
Well, I crapped my pants in front of her entire family, was laughed out of their house, and I had to walk home with shit stained pants. So, yeah, it went really well.
And by "sexually intimate," you mean fuck buddies?
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