P.S. I can't hear my feet
Lucky for you, I found your phone.....Not so lucky for you, it was in the bottom of your vomit-filled trashcan.
We had an indepth conversation about his employment at Arbys..
im swimming of confusion and bacardi. where do i go from herrrrrre
you sat in the middle of your kitchen floor feeding your dog blueberries one by one
I don't drink so I see St. Patty's as an LSD type of day. Its like a more hardcore 420
Lol. Awesome. Seriously though, I need you focused next year. We're gone have a lot of drinking and stupid nonsense to do, and I don't want dumb shit like responsibility to get in my fucking way.
my math prof is telling us what to do in a gun fight. i dont want to live in oakland anymore.
Do you think I could convince a doctor that my uterus is poisoning me? It wouldn't technically be a lie. It does more harm than good.
exhale infront of a fan. self shotgun.
He initiated the conversation by sending me a picture of his penis at 4 am
Banana suit guy has an entourage and they're all douchebags. There is no god.
You don't even know. The entire marching band thinks I'm an alcoholic.
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
I just need to find someone whose kink is financial submission.
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