when does it stop being whiskey dick and start just being me bad in bed?
I'd just like to give a shout out to jesus and plan b for making this day possible.
you should be back in the room by now but just so you know. you passed out at the black jack table and they wheel chaired you out. strip club in about 45 minutes. game face bro.
Atty had lunch with DA and confirmed I am not the target of the investigation. No word on anything else
Helped an old lady on crutches throw away her mcdonalds, carried her stuff to the car and helped her get in...most productive cinco de mayo hands down
remind me to get a blood sugar test this week. I'm pretty sure I'm a mojito away from diabetes.
It's a gift. Kind of like morning wood in my brain.
The sign say "Kereoke" strip bar. 5 more beers and ill be ready to rumble.
I said to him "i can't have sex with anyone in my friend's living room" then he said "we can move the air mattress into the kitchen"
I hope you get some kind or rare disease that makes your dick ties itself in a knot for fucking her you lucky bastard.
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
She said I had a really great aura. Which I think is hippie code for "I bet you can give me a mind melting orgasm"
passed out on bart again and decide to bike home. biked thru a goat farm of angry goats, biked on the freeway, got stopped by the cops, and sat shotgun in the squad car while the officer driving got a video on his iphone of his partner riding my bike on the freeway.
Walking back to my car from the campus library and just saw a Nuva Ring on the sidewalk. If that doesn't scream college life, idk what does.
Get the fuck in, we're going to Taco Bell.
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