there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
all her text said was "asdfhdaufhudshfuds" and i knew that meant come over
Seriously... There's something wrong here. I'm drinking vodka to mask the smell of chocolate on my breath before I get home and he finds out. I fucking hate couple dieting...
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
Get caught with marijuana. Cop takes piece. Buy new bong. Circle of fun.
STD scares really help you understand the whole six degrees of separation thing...
Might as well permanently tattoo lush somewhere on my body and show it to people when I decide to drink so they won't serve me.
You slid down a wall, tried to pull your cast off and yelled that casts were too conformist.
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
I JUST GOT WOKEN UP TO HIM PISSING ON ME SAYING "IT HAS TO HAVE WATER TO GO TO THE BATHROOM" AND AFTER HE FINISHED HE DIDNT REMEMBER DOING IT
Im covered in coffee vomit and urine and none of which are mine
Last night you were prentending to be a broom stick...you were laying on the floor and humming the Harry potter song.
i was making a gravity bong in my room and my dad walked in. he helped me finish. i love being home for the holidays.
All I want is to get shitfaced and fuck random strangers is that really to much to ask?
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