Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
Bring booze and chicks. Separate, or one already in the other. Your call.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
you kept shouting how the only tree you would hump is an elm tree because they're under populated
I found those 18 whoppers we bought.
I wish there were college classes that were useful to your daily life, like how to pack a proper bowl in pitch black darkness.
I dont care how high you are, meat and sprinkles dont mix dude
We were thinking he might be gay. Like how the fuck do you not even make out with a girl that made you a grilled cheese
Couple of things: my nipples are blue and knowing that at some point I'm going to have to poop is incredibly terrifying
I'll answer your question with a question: Are you gonna be too high?
My mom has finally acknowledged my soft spot for Russians. Finally.
I wish I could be happy with a nice Christian girl, but no, I need a hot mess who starts bar fights
I wore wrist and ankle weights while we had sex. Does that count as working out?
You guys go ahead and have your romantic night. I'm gonna keep my vday tradition alive of angry banging a stranger.
If I were better looking, this would be the point where I'd resign myself to stripping.
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