I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
shes a baton twirler.. i expected her to be better with her hands.
thats what you get for writing a paper after liquor pitchers
its only a rough draft.
but then the words kidney pain and possible testicle shrinkage kept ringing in my head
I can only get completely wasted and hungry two more times and then we're out of fritos.
I'm spending tomorrow with her. What should my ridiculous personal goal be? I've already got a blowjob while eating a cupcake
I got picked up after "I just threw up in my face". Then I had very specific instructions involving the bathtub.
Our apt smells like hot shit marinated in oregano and cumin. No more taco truck dinner, fuck face. The wall paper is peeling.
Had a dream I cut my own dick off. That's it I gotta see a doctor...
Umm
Exactly.
I need to see you idiots before I go back to school. But we shouldn't snort Crown Royal this time.
sigh, if only his dick was as big as his mouth
she went outside...danced, got some snow, and put cherry vodka in it. she was so proud of herself.
Just got done being naked and Mooning the cops. I'm still alive. Let's drink.
Dude. why do I feel like I am cheating on you every time I do shrooms?
He's here walking around DRUNK AS FUCK in a Kobe Bryant number 8 jersey... Tucked in.
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