well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
I come back into the room and you're grinding with the person in the mascot suit.
I just want him to slap me with his dick and call it love
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
Remember that time we were in the handicap bathroom snorting Molly at the stripclub. That was a defining moment in our friendship
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
Just a heads up, i'm sleeping in te back seat of your car so don't be freaked out when you see me in the A.M.
I tried telling the cop that I don't do drugs, and that if he'd just take me home I could prove it by showing him my D.A.R.E. certificate.
Hey I came back and we made joints with the breathalyzers the cops left last night.
Does Jim keep sending you pics of him in drag too???? If so, are you also slightly uncomfortable?
This is NOT the time to take our hits and go to Disney. Let me repeat that. NOT THE TIME FOR DISNEY ON ACID
The guy next to me in the library just got a call from his roommate asking him to come bail him out of jail...we need to step up our game.
I'm getting a collar when he gets back in to town! That's like the bdsm equivalent of getting his class ring!
No sorry. I may be a happy drunk but my gag reflux is an angry drunk.
OH DEAR GOD IT GOT IN MY MOUTH AGAIN HELP
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