Well I thought that next 8 ball would either kill us or turn us into Gods
My dad just told me if I'm going to smoke pot, to make sure I use a clean needle. WTF?
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
I took it to a new level. I'm procrastinating taking my adderall. Hate finals week.
god. I was just thinkin about the fact that there was a time in our life when we didn't drink.
I have to sanitize my nipples and its just to cold in here for it to be ok
"Douchebag of the Year" award goes to the guy who didn't reply to the picture of my tits.
It was like we had a conversation with our eyes.
Was it a good conversation?
It was an awkward, sexual conversation.
Seriously, it's 5am. STOP CREEPIN and START SLEEPIN!
Geez don't go to a bar for a few days and everyone freaks out.
but seriously, if you see a redhead running down the street tonight in a carrot costume, call 911. He's tripping hard.
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
If you bet guys that you can drink them under the table they will pay for your drinks all night until they pass out. I have this down to a science that I think even my dad would appreciate.
I just want to get drunk and not have to worry about you leaving me at the bar.
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
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