Its about making memories worth repressing
so I just asked a Chinese man and found out our tattoos actually mean vagina...
dude last night I threw my weed into my back yard. there is now a foot of snow. after an hour I found my weed. if I put that effort into school, i'd have a 4.0.
Woke up with puke in my bed and my pockets full of Tootsie Rolls.
Jealous.
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
We had sex in the woods. It was great until some bird started mimicking my orgasm sounds
you're the best thing to happen to me. closely followed by learning to ejaculate, and drugs.
I really wasn't that bad. I thought I was pretty tame.
When Anthony passed out you poured vodka on his face
My car smells like beer, you're here in spirit
I remember because you made a pirate noise when you came.
Why is it that when I sustain a serious injury people are more concerned with my level of inebriation than my personal safety?
Well its official, I'm into significantly freakier sex than even I thought possible.
Actually just remembered that solo cup full of scotch that random guy gave me for not farting on him. That's probably why
my extended weekend of being as irresponsible as possible started with blowing the bartender in the bar bathroom. off to a good start.
And I had on a penis ring on the whole time at dinner. And I ate veal...
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