I just spent the last hour spooning with my drug dealer.
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
i don't know where i am. i made bad decisions. i think this guy is dead.
He wouldn't let me go down on him. He stopped me and told me he was a giver.
my professor saw me buying beer for the super bowl and said go patriots. thats how i know im getting an A in his class.
I took a few sips of my hugeee bottle of liquid Vicodin and smoked my one hitter and now I'm going thru my attic like Indiana Jones
I think i just fucked the same guy a second time without realizing it....does that make me a good whore or a bad whore???
I just want to know what horrible accidents of evolution allowed that tiny penis to exist
Oh and no more ball pics to my family. Got in a little trouble over that. They have no sense of humor.
I know you're gay. But if I'm not getting dick, then you have to. That's what friends do.
Oh my god did you actually lose a tooth
I think we need to stage a munchie intervention for Ben. I just watched him use a tortilla as a potholder to dump water out of his ramen.
Also my face is like def lowkey made of silly putty
Yeah, I've hit on priests at bars, too. Such a shame, there are a lot of hot men out there who've devoted themselves and their glorious genitalia to the Lord -_-
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
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