Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
apparently the secret to your success is patron
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
arguing about whether his trip to england or my trip on acid was better
he was playing drums on rock band as i poured bailey's into his mouth. tell me that's not a bonding moment.
He told me that "my little fuckpig" was a term of endearment in Britain. I think I'm in love.
If you could come over after class and poke me with a stick to see if im still alive id really appreciate it
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
I think it's god's punishment for my behavior in Vegas . Lies were told. Angels were defiled. Pools were pissed in
Well that's the second time I've broken a lamp during sex this month. Starting to worry I'm some kind of X-man. (this one was a wall sconce and I fully smashed it with my head and it crumbled like it was made of sugar)
umm, I just masturbated to old Justin timberlake on MTV jams. in need of dick ASAP
I'm not going to be your wingman while you are in the hospital.
Would you still love me and fuck me doggie style if I had a dinosaur tramp stamp?
I wish i didn't black out tuesday so i could have cherished our moment together
Throwing up together is NOT a cherishable moment...
You ran up to my room. I was naked. You refused to leave without drugs. I love you.
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