I'm still drunk from last night...I walked out for a cigarette with one of the Janitors here and apparently someone took a shit on the stairs...Which makes me wonder...was that me?
she was trying to give me a handjob in biology class while we were learning about the penis.
there's something so ridiculous to me about watching someone with glasses exercising. it's like watching a whore studying in the library. stop trying to be someone you're not.
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
She had to get her inhaler in the middle of fucking...but she kept it in.
looking back, maybe 11 flaming dr peppers was a little extreme
U shoulda just taken her to a stall and banged her and let me watch the game. Some friend u r.
I might scale it back and go as an investment banker. Which is the exact same costume as James Bond on LSD. I just introduce myself differently.
When I like her vacation photos, it really means "Im sleeping with your boyfriend." wonder if she will make the connection.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
It's either my own vomit or popcorn butter in my ear right now. Banking on the second one.
We made popcorn last night. So it's both
Drunk me spoon fed everyone baby food last night.
A man in a black on black escalade pulled up next to me, and told me he was sent to pick me up by you.
His name is Tyreece. He will take you to the weed emporium, population me.
HIS DICK IS GLORIOUS AND I WANT TO RIDE IT TO VALHALLA
Refresh my memory....were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
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