Hey, what are you up to?
Drinking wine with the guys and watching 7 Pounds.
Looking back I guess I could have changed that to beer and Die Hard.
I didn't talk to you tonight because I've decided you look like a man.
the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
I take that as "no I'm not driving you to the bar in a blizzard"
Sometimes I wonder how you ever made friends then I remember it's because you blew your way to semi-relevance
Three things I need a picture of: your friend, your bong, and your dick.
Throwing up so forcefully that toilet water hits you in the face is not what the Pilgrims and Indians had in mind for this holiday
The cops walked in and cracked up bec he was passed out on the couch in a pink tutu.
We decided it was acceptable to walk out of class on a quest for Doritos. That high.
You don't have a wife, you don't have a dog, and you need a new bong. Don't make this any worse than that.
I told her the party couldn't handle my playlist LAZERBAWLS and I was right. Cops in the basement, orgy in the kitchen, jousting in the living room.
How are you feeling?
I mean, shattered dignity aside, not bad.
My booty call is in the theater watching Deadpool right now. Never though comics would work against me.
Two questions: is there going to be a bathroom at this party, and can we fuck in it. This will define whether or not I enjoy going to parties with you.
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