the fundamentals of my vasectemy are strong
apparently when i got back to tyler's i layed face down on the bed and yelled "don't hurt my asshole!"
I wonder why dictionaries dont have indexes to help find the words easier.
All I want to do right now is burp, puke, and fart. In that order.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
i'm traumatized. his orgasm face consisted of him looking like my dead grandfather and burping.
I created a new solo drinking game. You need a handle, a laptop, and a shitty internet connection. Start watching the fort video in the que, play the snake while the videos constantly load, and take a drink everytime you fuck up. There was a video of a an asain female Justin beiber impersonator full screen when I woke up.
The TA leading my study session just said "now get outta here. I need to get drunk before class"
We were tripping too hard to figure out to tell him where we were so we sent a picture of me laying outside the tent saying "find us"
I woke up surrounded by goldfish. Thank God my laptop was here too. Now I don't have to leave my bed all day.
Nothing says "class act" like eating acid in the middle of a Buffalo Wild Wings
Metaphysical thesis on the illusion of self+ 2 day adderal binge = the walls of reality are crumbling
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
I woke up wearing nothing but my red thigh high socks and a blue wig. I have no idea what happened.
he was just sitting there in his underwear... and his chewbacca mask...
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