Its like common courtesy of dating, the guy pays for the weed, just like dinner
A 14 year old with a teardrop tattoo just tried to sell me weed. I'm in the wrong fucking neighborhood.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
I've started grabbing my boobs in front of my lesbian philosophy professor so she'll give me a better grade. It's working...
scratched cornea got me an eyepatch and a blowjob from a girl with a thing for pirates
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
I totally just somersaulted to the bathroom to avoid moving out of my fetal position
I don't know if I should be concerned or impressed.
Currently shopping online for cardboard cutouts of various horror characters. That should teach me roommates to stop taking acid on Tuesdays.
i introduced myself to everyone by my new name, thundergooch. i threatened the neighbors with a hammer when they used my real name. needless to say, sailor jerry was not kind to me.
Felt like shit, jerked off, felt ten times better. Being a guy rules. It's like I got all the demons out in 5 minutes.
And after that you guys started calling arbor mist "breakfast juice"
This guy on the bus keeps leaning over and sniffing my hair.
First night in my new apartment and I threw up in front of my neighbors door. Starting off this relationship strong.
I mean really am I setting up a snapchat when I'm 40 so I can send nudes to my 23 yr old bf? yes, yes I am. Where is my life heading.
Two questions: Did you enjoy your birthday present and how did i wake up with glitter all over my dick?
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