Not a fireman, but good enough for last night.
Some girl just asked us for directions back to campus. we told her to take the first four lefts. We live on a block. she believed us
she keeps The Day After Pill in her bra... there is a God.
He's prob getting laid right now and I'm sitting alone in my duct tape shoes.
apparently you can't crawl through the drive-thru window
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
I thought turtle was a code word for weed until he pulled out a baby turtle from his pocket and said "$20 for a turtle"
I think shooting the BMW with the bow and arrow is when our group became the evening's antagonist
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
Gotcha. How bad is it?
Well to compare it to something I would say it what's that walls would like inside the primate exhibit at the zoo after a group of monkeys finished throwing feces at each other all afternoon
just because you have a nice tits it doesn't make you a magic little snowflake.
Egg rolls and cum. Not my worst snack.
At one point did I say I have a doctorate in fuck u?
hey i'm sure you are probably asleep bc you suck and think sleep is necessary to live or something?
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