think im gonna go get a six pack before class and sit in the back of the room...
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
so, what part of "he's slept with a guy" do you not understand?
I stopped in the middle of puking to wish you a happy birthday, so by default it means a lot.
LSD in a sugar cube. Dropped it in my whiskey sour and felt like I was rowing a boat.
I should probably go to bed before I start to care about why I started drinking in the first place.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
I have effectively turned laundry day into a drinking game.
Grandpa got a dui while riding a horse. This is what I need to live up to.
What is your life?
A tangled mess of finals and bad decisions.
we didnt plan anything. just randomly met up in the park, both reached into our pockets and each lit up a joint without exchanging words. we're telepathic potheads.
Just banged your ex. So it really is 'him, not you' in that he's gay. Rodeo champion gay.
I have experienced an excessively hairy ballsack in my mouth...and it was horrifying. I keep feeling it in my mouth now. It's like hairy ball PTSD.
What am I supposed to say? "Hey remember last spring when I did an ergonomic assessment on your office, well here's an ergo for your dick."
I AM SMARTER THAN EVERY FUCKBOY WHO HAS EVER SWIPED LEFT ON ME
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