You would get kicked out of the study lounge for being drunk the monday of finals week
he pretended not to hear me say our safety word. how do you think I feel?
apparently he thought telling me 'the weasel wants to come out to play' would somehow convince me to go down on him
Someone just asked me if ur the girl that fell through the floor. I HAD to say yes.
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
After she saw a msg in his phone from me that listed the reasons why I love his cock, I don't think I can deny fucking her ex.
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
I did something similar high once. I stopped like 30 feet in front of a stop sign because I felt like it was running towards me and I started crying. Got out my car and hugged it and told it not to run away people need it.
I'm reliable. I always make it home. I always throw up in the street too.
apparently my new 420 ritual is to look at the clock at 4:20 and realize i'm already too high
I've got to stop being so hungover that I puke in the fine establishments of this glorious town.
I found one of those wine glass confetti bits in my ass crack.
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
Dont you look at me in that tone of voice
I sent my brother over to my ex's to get the rest of my stuff. He comes back SEVEN HOURS LATER, high as fuck without my shit! No loyalty.
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