So #1 way to come back last night and #2 wishbone and I broke into his house and i opened joey's door and u were both passed out and pantless.
i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
Dude she has a bf and shes on lockdown more than Nelson Mandela in 95
I wish they made sweatshirts for legs
you mean pants?
Improvement. She went from pretending she was the soccer ball in the world cup games and it hurt when they kicked her to passed out on the floor.
Its your turn to fuck our RA next time she threatens us with an underage.
I want her autograph on my taint
Bc when the owner of your local gay bar and a drag king ask you to take them to a rival gay bar 2hrs away at 4 in the morning YOU GO.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
No he can't help me find his house he is strapped to a stretcher facing the opposite direction
We really shouldn't need this many nicknames for the women you've had sex with.
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
so like what it comes down to is do I wanna look like a boss ass bitch or do I wanna masturbate.
this makes me concerned. not enough to actually do anything about it, but yeah.
I like to listen to classical music when I eat taco bell. I think it cancels out the aura of poverty and desperation.
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