what if every blade of grass was a penis?
you can't exactly throw up or pass out at the pentagon so i had to pull my shit together
I found the pot of gold last night, and it was full of bad decisions.
I have no idea where we are. But it doesn't look dirty so I don't think we are in jersey yet
Apparently I did my philosophy paper last night. It's not bad either.
I miss waking up, opening the closet downstairs, and finding you inside passed out.
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
What if I told you that I had 160 ounces of cheap malt liquor in my backpack? Espn films 40 for 40s presents: Edward 40 hands. Our room. 11PM/10 central
You can see my drunken state get worse with each picture
Your dick is going to fall off. Be careful or you'll get callouses. A workingman's dick.
I mean, you got a giant dick. I've seen lawn gnomes that are smaller.
He's standing in the corner rubbing his nipples and reflecting on poor life choices
Seriously where are the good guys?
The friend zone.
I think I just saw my socks in the parking lot.. gonna keep walking
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