As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
Just went to my life planning class. The professor has a braid going halfway down his back and an earring.
No, you dont understand, he literately fucked me into a new hairstyle, quite nice too.
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
tonight i'm going for the "i fuck with the lights on" look
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
I just used a baby fork as a roach clip. I am totally the cool aunt.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
Was so close to hoppin on it but then I realize it's not a dick and I needed to keep walking. Primal instincts.
someone just got arrested on campus...
holy fuck look at all that cocaine
Nah it's alright, I'll just ride cock all the way to hell
I can't be held responsible for another man's penis.
if anyone asks you the platypus in my bathtub is a gift...thats all anyone needs to know
just turned another straight guy gay. Goddamn the church must hate me
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