What are you doing?
High. Watching Billy Mays infomercials...
That guy could sell me cancer.
found her sleeping in the closet. woke her up and she said she was camping.
I woke up on a futon in some strangers house. They were eating pizza and told me everything was going to be fine.
I tried to put a seat belt on in the shower. And I'm 80% sure I ate soap.
u girls! girls! girls! have fun please don't hook up w/ a roadie! Love, mom
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
Your list of "good ideas" thumbtacked to the lampshade last night consisted of nothing but "tampon-pen" with a note indicating that girls could then always have something to write with, even naked.
I told my dad my stomach hurt and he bet me ten bucks I couldn't throw up on command. He has no idea what I did last night and I got ten bucks.
Hahaha I don't remember taking it away. But no one should have a sledgehammer at a party. NO ONE.
Sometimes I feel like I should become a beautician purely for my ability to shave pretty shapes into my pubic hair.
She gave me a can of steel reserve to pour on myself in the shower
He just felt my tits to find out which piercing I lost.
The assignment was about the Industrial Revolution so I just screamed at them in a British accent all day. No, they didn't know I was hungover.
I am passing the whore torch on to you my friend. Do me proud
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
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