This guy sitting next to me just bought a plot of land off the internet. On a whim. In the middle of class
Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
he told me it was because of the roids, but i couldn't tell if he meant ster or hem.
My poo smells like dog food. That's how I know it was a good night.
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
how did the keg end up in the top bunk?
Taped crackers to the wall. Sat I'n the dryer. Bobby had to pull me out by my hair. No more.
yep. it's official. for $40 they will let you lick the stripper pole.
Get to the bar. Power hour leading up to the rapture.
The world isn't going to end because you slept with him!
... that would be easier though.
It was your ex but it was not eighties night, it was pudding wrestling. And either thank you or I'm sorry depending on the state of my pants left on the doorstep
My main goal for tomorrow night is to make it back into my own bed
If you had a dick, I would hope it falls off and comes back to haunt you while fucking your ears at night. But you don't. But if you did, that's how mad I am at you
So I considered mediating this morning and instead I master-bated...same thing right?
None of these texts make sense. except for "step 2.5 equals velociraptor." that i get.
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