I'm home now. bring me food and boobies
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
My bullwhip has saved my life tonight and gotten me laid. I'm gonna be Indiana Jones every Halloween!
Should I tell them about my ticket for possession or about how I'm shitting blood? Which one will gain the most sympathy?
Congrats. You are not detrimental enough to my psyche to be discussed during this mornings therapy appointment. Please follow up next week to see if you made the cut.
At orientation, some girl is asking, loudly, where she can get weed. Everyone looks discussed but are paying very close attention to people's answers.
Apparently that big girl from last night tried to take me upstairs when I was blacked out and all I did was grab Qs arm and whisper 'don't let her take me'
Do they mail horrible human being awards or do I have to pick it up or what's the protocol on that shit
Last night turned out to be an expensive trip to your house between the ticket and the plan b. (Well I haven't gotten that yet)
I just googled: how soon can I pee on a stick. What is my life coming to.
I literally wonder, frequently, "Will anyone ever fuck me until i go cross eyed for 2 hours again?''
It doesn't count as "finding the lesbian" if you fuck a straight girl!
what food is Colorado known for?
Pot brownies.
Randomize
