found POGS while I was cleaning my room this morning. Definitely bringing them back to school to turn into a drinking game.
Just sneezed out a half gram of coke into a tissue. Four hours after the fact. The bender continues.
so, give him that "thank you for fighting for my freedom bj" & he wont even remember what you said in that six min voice mail.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
It's like being the highest you've ever been, then doing about 20 shots, and chasing them with lines of coke. All while laying on the surface of the sun.
Your message cut off at "shit on the floor". Your life is incredible.
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
And all you did was hit on me and do things "for America", so you weren't judged heavily
I don't fucking know. I'm out stimulating the economy. Not locked in a room with a marker board.
Oh at the liquor store again?
Also, it was so cold in that bathroom that I saw my crap steaming, a first in my life
blue gatorade loses no color upon regurgitation
I stole us four large rolls of toilet paper from the hotel carts. I feel like the breadwinner in this relationship
In what world does 'I'm awake' at 2:30 in the morning on a wednesday translate to 'let's fuck' in the span of one text? Where has the romance gone?
I think I may have gotten way too used to using my boobs as an extra hand/pocket...almost stabbed myself in the chin bc I forgot I put my fork there
I'm so gassy and it's your fault.
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