Help. Asians are flirting in front of me(773): They speak asian
I only have two rules. But i've fotgotten those rules and replaced them w 2 other rules
I'm drinking while my friends build sand castles, now I know how my dad used to feel
my house keeper must think I'm a prostitute.
I just realized this is gonna be the last time that I'm high in my childhood home. I'm kinda sad. I'm really high..
Sharon took in a random bleeding stranger drunker than her, named her Nicole, and is feeding her jello shots on the toilet
you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
I'm beginning to think the only reason I get laid anymore is girls are fantasizing sleeping with my dad...
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
Am I really that high, or did I just spray febreeze outside ?
My breasts were aching with rage.
The bros used their bong water as pong water but I walked in mid game and didn't know so they hit our first cup and I chugged it.
my whole checking account just had a funeral down bourban street, paid for that, and then bought everyone 5 shots of fireball...
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
Should I give the penis ring toss game to good will or garbage
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