I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
watching hot guy on train scrolling with his blackberry's track ball... o to be that track ball...
You drunk dialed me talking about the stages of mitosis. There is no way you didn't ace your bio final
ambylanc
what?
there was an amgbulance. iw ish i was in it.
Is there any chance I can see you without pouring vodka on your head?
Also I walked home in over mitts \nLet's take a minute to really laugh about that
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
The only thing I remember last night was feeding my dog 4 McDoubles.
I'm pretty sure that our Lady and The Tramp Red Vine moment was the farthest I got last night
No ambien sex tonight. I just ate two hotdogs with chilli and onions.
Noted. Next time you want to get fried chicken and cocaine.
Ok. That just sounds baller.
I'm not sure what happened last night but my dog has a red cup taped to his back with a little beer and a ping pong ball in it..
We invented a new game.
i stood outside in the bushes for thirty minutes. Do you know how many drunk guys pee in bushes at 2 am?
I just wanna go home jackoff, eat chicken fingers, drink beer, play halo and go to bed. I'm sick of this shitty school, the shitty kids and having to fucking teach them.
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