similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
You're the only chick there. That's not an orgy, that's called a gang bang...
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
Joey just asked me if I ever got anything stuck in my vag.
was it embarrassing when you had to say yes?
almost just walked around my whole building with my bowl in my hand before i remembered 420 isnt a get out of jail free card
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
I already banned bobbing for apples. While drunk that's just drowning near fruit.
Bad Decision October is in full swing. I was telling people that "I put on eye makeup today, I'm takin' a dude home with me!".
Again? Most people check out of hotels, they don't escape from them
It's called the dick transitive property. It states if you touch a person whilst they touch a dick, you are also touching said dick.
I think I may have just taught my whole hall how to give a good blow job. So this is college.
I rammed pretzels and Jell-O shots down the throats of those I loved.
Just used the "Buddy" Poppy flower I got from a veteran to clean my one hitter. "I'm proud to be an American"
I don't know how to say "Sorry I was banging your boyfriend before I knew about you but you're awesome and we should hang out." without just saying it.
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