I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
The professor just announced to the class that I talked to him in the bar on my birthday.
you scanned your fake to get into the dorm last night and when the lady told you it was the wrong card you looked at her and said this is who i am thursday night
it's been like two and a half months. And I swear, I keep seeing walking dicks. I think I'm going crazy cause of lack of sex..
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
FYI I'm about to upload a vid of you to facebook of you screaming "SNACK ATTACK" and throwing cheetos at everyone playing pong...
The whiskey is fighting the tequila on who wants to be the one who end my night first.
I thought 4 percs were too many but I'm dumping Gogurt on apple pie and taking giant bong rips. This feels right.
you seemed to enjoy falling down hill
wow, never heard the last few months of my life put so succint
It's like your tits told gravity 'fuck you, I'm fine right here!'
I have bite marks all over my ass. Is that an acceptable excuse for missing class?
if it makes u feel better, i skipped class so i could go to a sex convention in jersey a few hours earlier than if i went to class.
Do you know how difficult it is to snap a good dick pic while driving?
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
Three cans of beer can fit in the shower catty... multi tasking
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