He asked about stds. I told him I don't have any... which I don't. They are now called sti's. Whooopsie
You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
you were so high that you made a 14 page PowerPoint on why Santa would beat Peter pan in a fight.
and I must say, you were very persuasive
I just smoked a bowl in the dining room and am now drinking a glass of chocolate milk. i can't believe i'm getting paid for this.
his mom found me in the closet hiding and the only thing i could think of was to sit there and wave.
just woke up COVERED in glow sticks and glitter. didn't even have to turn the light on to puke.
he laminated a picture of his dick.
no dude free pina colada`s taste like what I would expect my penis to taste like except gay-er.
So, I'm tripsitting Ruben cause he's on LSD, and he's starting to eat the chair because 'it is evil' according to him... I can't choose: should I stop him or film it?
She has the best kind of daddy issues
As you were leaving you yelled at the owners that the stairs weren't suitable for "intoxacapated" people and promptly fell down them.
So I WAS right.
I cant miss out on a half day of work without a booty call
I don't even know if he's actually hot or just hot because he plays hockey..
You did not just say that.
Im not as flexible as I once was, but I still managed to get eaten out in the front seat of a hummer behind keddies.
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