It's like a parade of train wrecks.
I'll listen to your side of the story when you stop being such a whore.
Just woke up. My philosophy paper is a play, and my paper for musical theater is about physics. That's some dank shit you sold me
Man, i was looking at the pictures i took last night in one i was on the Kentucky line fist pumping with a hobo..wth happened?
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
No fucking idea. Just paid for my chipotle in chocolate coins, though. Either there is a huge language barrier happening here, or my big boobs are finally paying off.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
Why is it that when I sustain a serious injury people are more concerned with my level of inebriation than my personal safety?
Okay. This morning the comforter was wet, you were underwearless and using a tiny blanket. What'd you do??
You continued to run around saying "free the nipple" while "taste testing" every liquor on the premises.
She has a bong hits for Jesus shirt. Of course I'm going to like her.
Your vagina is awesome, like it needs to teach a class for other vaginas
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
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