Hey I found your number in my phone i dont remember how we met this is richard btw
strange i dont have your number must have been a drunk thing
could be more
absolutely not
i just identified you from a description of your pipe
He broke into my apartment to check his Facebook again, the beer is all gone, and there's a new high score on pac man.
I want the one making out with the dumpster. Is that bad?
currently pooping in a public restroom while drinking free beer. there has never been a finer line between awesome and depressing.
I am nonfunctional stoned. I had to ask ben to put me somewhere away from all the people I'm sitting on someones bed watching a wall. Not alright. Should not have come.
The way I see it, everyone on campus has a fake, but I'm the only person who actually makes beer in their dorm.
God I feel like the rain man of hangovers.
What can i say, i'm an artist. I think deep thoughts. In between the homoerotica and pterodactyl noises
I mean I want to be happy but it's a train wreck that you can't look away from
just imagine me sitting naked on a toilet with a fully-clothed dude i havent seen in 2 years, trying to make normal conversation except that im covered in blood and he's helping wipe me down while i try not to pass out because blood makes me NERVOUS. And he's apologizing and i'm apologizing.
Too stoned. Randomly can't get the image of Emilio estevez's smiling face out of my head. What is life.
I'm sorry you're hurting. Would a picture or my erect penis help?
You don't understand. This boy has the Mona Lisa of cocks.
Bahahah I should. I’m the free range drunk girl who should clearly not be free range because who knows what kind of fuckery I would get into
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