It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
nothing says platonic group sex like a campfire and smores
started her walk of shame as my mom and dad walked through my common room door...my dad held the door for her and told her to have a nice day
She threw up in my garbage can last night and walked home with it this morning so she could clean it out...
She is dropping it off on the way to the bar at 7.
i think you broke pat's ankle when you drove over it... he's freaking out but on a more serious note i'm 99% sure i saw a werewolf
i feel like i was in a swimming pool of captain and coke and had to drink my way out
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
She just had to change the song on the radio cause I was tap dancing on her windshield
I'm just going to say , cocktail races are not for a Wednesday night maybe not even a Friday type of deal
Listen to my proposal.... I feed you crackers while I fuck you ever so gently.
there's still three solo cups of your puke in my basement. so that needs to be solved at some point.
It's times where you wake up in the hospital after trying to road surf that you wonder what you're doing in life.
Why are you there anyways?
Pickin up ball pit balls from craigslist
I convinced a German girl that I was born while my mom was water skiing and I preceded to barefoot ski behind her via the umbilical cord...
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
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