DAMN! I hate it when i drunkenly erase all my "sent message" and wake up in the morning and my inbox is full of "WTF?" and "Huh?" messages.
We were doing it doggy style, and I puked on the floor and started crying, he told me it was okay his cat would eat it... and if it would make me feel better we could do anal...
And they lived happily ever after....
I just found a beer pong ball in my mail box. I think its a sign
i think you know its gunna be a bad day when it starts with throwing up into a red plastic cup
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
I bet. I bought a surfboard and a kite and filled my camelback with vodka-tonics. Let's do this
I would personally love to see the surveillance video of me throwing my stuff inside, peeing on the sidewalk, then crying hysterically when I realized I locked myself out. Again.
You are right. The scrape marks on her ass are from her breaking the doggy door by crawling through it.
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
most desperate stoner moment might have been when we filled the bong up with pond water
desperate times, desperate measures
Not blacking out at our finals party is my Everest
I'm trying to fuck him and feed him. I don't understand why it isn't working.
How hot? Like... how many hemsworths?
i fucked his best friend. once right next door to him. i'm pretty sure that could be called sweet revenge.
Optimism doesn't exist before 2pm nor do any other emotions.
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