oh good, I think they're gone
the painters?
my herpes
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
just put a funnel in my mouth and pour the tequila in with a little emergen-c
I'm pretty sure we've had sex a bunch more times than we've hugged. So hugs are weird when they happen.
Fucking freshmen need to learn how to puke in the bushes outside the dorm and not in the fucking elevator.
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
If you're not peeing in public bi-monthly, you're not really living.
My saliva right now is around 7.6% alcohol/volume.
Wait, just ask him if can you can join in. You haven't lived until you've taken part in a threesome with your father...or so I've heard
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
Moral of the story: I had sex to Back to the Future last night.
I'm sorry I put my balls through your watch. On another note your roommate had them on his shoulder too sry
I just got woken up by that guy wearing a Krispy Kreme hat giving out donuts
I got my gum stuck on his balls.
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
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