Ambien. No doubt about it.
Let's just say he looked at my vagina like it was a rubics cube.
you drank a bottle of vodka and then while throwing up in my toilet you kept reminding me our hs reunion was in 2 yrs and it was time to start getting thin again anyway
Ah shit... I sleep-ate chocolate pudding again.
There was no way out of it, seeing as I left my photo ID right next to the vomit.
Dude you were tripping so badly we put a pretend box around your head and you spoke silently for the rest of the night. I think pterodactyls were involved.
He told me I was 100% better then porn then passed out nto the cake
She showed up in lingerie and a turtle backpack full of bacardi. I think its love.
ARE YOU THINKING VAGINA THEMED RESTAURANT
If you need anything just hit me up
Pancakes
Noted.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
plus like he's kinda a piece of shit. a beautiful somewhat talented piece of shit that hella needs to get his life together
Lo siento on account of my penis...
he said "i'm the cat whisperer, watch". he took a hit from the pipe, grabbed the cat and blew the smoke in its ear. he grinned and the cat started purring. it was magnificent
I’m looking forward to our Cougar years. These freshmen know how to fuck
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