She'll never know what hit her
I dunno. Girls tend to recognize ball-to-chin contact.
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
i just got drunk dialed and its 10am. clearly finals are over.
Mango bong: no go. Guava bong: sweet flaming buddha it was delicious. I shall teach you the ways of tropical fruit trees.
other than the jail part I had a really good time with you
Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That's my life now.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
It was like something out of a fucked up fairy tale. He just crowdsurfed over to her while riding a keg, said "come sail with me", and then the crowd carried them off into the night. What.
I think someone cast a spell on the lazy stoner rich boy stereotype and it came to life and called me.
I just thought about how many drinks I had last night and threw up.
THE STRIPPER HAD A GUN JOHN!
I am in no place to make rational decisions, but right now i want you inside me
ever feel bored AND lazy?
I call it "awake" but yeah...
He just fucked me into paralysis. can't feel my hands or face.
I broke my dick don't ask me how I need help putting in a catheter so I can piss.
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