So we were in the middle of hooking up when he stopped me. I thought he was having a moral dilemma about the whole having a girlfriend thing. But no. He got down on all fours, butt naked, and started throwing up and farting simultaneously. I took it as my cue to leave.
You say "I'm in class" like it matters... I'm getting a little tired of having to smoke by myself at 4:20 because you're in class.
Look at the bright side...I have an 11 inch penis
Wouldn't be the first time..I think there's a subliminal message constantly playing in my mind that says 'blackout', 'throwing up is fun' 'too sober'
You are not about to raise that baby deer, you can BARELY raise yourself... Return it to it's mom now.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
Sometimes you gotta say "hey, its been a long semester. Let's puke before 10"
Watching him and my sister argue over a rum and coke about who's going to chop the coffee table in half with a hatchet...
2 things: 1) can you get hep from toilet water? And 2) do you know where we can get a new skillet for cheap?
Please tell me those aren't related.
I made rice.
All I want to do is get high and needlepoint. Fuck your judgement
Well after the shots I danced with a homeless guy, split my toe on broken glass, and had a 20 piece mcnugget. Who says postgrad life is boring.
Could we try to replay the decision making process whereby only you and I bought and drank a keg this weekend? Because there were some fundamental flaws!
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
ill give you some hints: blood, carnival, fog machine, happy meal.
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