It's not a real calculator it's a math calculator
i just shit 3 out of the 4 types of matter
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
The boys in front of me put beer, red plastic cups, ping pong balls, lighterfluid, and twelve packs of pantyhose on the conveyor belt. Whatever drinking game they're playing, I want a part in.
I am gunna fuck the accent right out of her mouth
She handed me a mouthguard and said "here, you're going to need this" that rough.
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
he grabbed my head and said "you are a horse. I am leading you to water" pushed it down and whispered "Drink."
they bet me shots that I couldn't give people piggyback rides around the club just cause I'm 125lbs and a girl...I had a line forming after the third guy.
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
I am eating deep fried cinnamon rolls and I found a lighter in my sprinkles. I miss you.
Never have i felt more judged than when i was throwing up in front of a hello kitty shower curtain at 5 in the morn
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
Im playing a game I have to take a drink every time my gram asks me the same question hammered by 4 guaranteed
so my parents definitely heard me when I was cumming last night...
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