no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
I found those 18 whoppers we bought.
Man, i was looking at the pictures i took last night in one i was on the Kentucky line fist pumping with a hobo..wth happened?
She went home with him because he works at Jimmy John's and his car "smelled like meat"
i had to sit with a fan pointed directly to my vag for a good 10 minutes
He came in 20 minutes late for his final wearing plastic bags on his feet, and a tablecloth cape. Explain.
You should've come to the party. It was like an identity parade of everyone you screwed last year.
On a toatally unrelated note, I see music in my hair
the cashier ate half of our fries before she gave them to us so i think it's safe to say they don't do drug testing there
Probably not well advised, but you're welcome to stop by if your not ready to end your night. You know, for Thanksgiving's sake.
He sent me a mirror pic of himself and sent it to me and all i could think about was the amazing bong hits i took with his roommate in that bathroom.
Yeah, I'm just gonna try to repress that and remember him for his big dick and perfect jawline.
Long story short I shit on a sidewalk while walking with multiple people. Then sprinted around the streets of Tallahassee in only gym shorts as I tore my toga off and wore it as a cape.
That's because I've spent the past 21 years convincing my parents the only emotions I have are sarcasm and bitterness.
Legit sprained my cooter. No joke. Icing her down as we speak.
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