I'm trying to decide if I want to bring home my 'beer champion' trophy or my chem books.
so would me posting the photos of the cock and coin jar incident be completely out of the question?
I feel like I've been slapped by Gods icy cold dick of vengeance.
I pulled my tongue muscle last night. your welcome.
The trip involved octopus tentacles coming from the little holes in my TV's speakers. The beauty of the nonexistant symbolism had me in tears.
They poured beer (3 cans) down the toilet so bubbles can be drunk in fishy heaven
I'm waiting at the bar and am surrounded by unattractive women.
You need to get here and rebalance this disturbance in the force.
So he's compensating for a really small penis. Either that or he's a drug lord.
I'm surprised, it's been so long you must be starving
At a certain point, the zombie-like hunger goes away. Then the sadness sets in. Then you start lying to yourself that you're taking some "me time." Then you remember you dodged chlamydia and Buddha knows what else. Then you're at peace with it.
I would sacrifice a finger for two more hours of sleep.
It was a blind-side dick pic.
The moment I was petting the giraffe was the moment I passed out
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
Kids music just accidentally came on at this party. I didn't know how many stoners were here until they all sang along.
shes rolling around in the floor yelling my vagina hates me
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