no but I have been chillin' like em' homeboys in the rainforest yo!
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
he put listerine on his cock to make the taste more "enjoyable"... i think hes a keeper.
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
I think shooting the BMW with the bow and arrow is when our group became the evening's antagonist
Your topless pictures make me question reality
We could have casual sex if you want. But I can't offer a bromance to a woman.
They're playing house music in my dentists office again, wtf is wrong with these people. That's not the music you want to get a root canal to
You're like Jane Goodall in a forest of gay men. Someday your autobiography will be called "Bottoms in the Mist".
This weekend I forgot a cup, so I drank my wine out of a Pringles can. So classy. You would have been so proud.
Apparently drunk me thought it was a good idea to buy $100 worth of band aids and stick them all over everything in the apartment.
I just masterbated to the home shopping channel...what have I become...
So basically he is jobless, a potential serial killer, and has poor taste in music? We simply don't have time for that.
THERE IS JIZZ ON MY CEILING. HOW THE FUCK IS THERE JIZZ ON MY CEILING
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