Saw a Delta Zeta recruitment poster today. On it, somebody added, "All you need is your daddy's credit card and a lack of self-respect."
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
I'm puking to John Mayor, save me. Or at least change it to somethong beyyt
It looks like the misc $300 credit card fraud might have been our taxi cab driver who wouldn't take boobs as payment. No wonder...
i have at this current moment imbibed enough alcohol to float immerse or otherwise submerge a goat of respectable size. tequila
My bed smells like stale sex...I want it to smell like fresh sex, I miss you.
We fucked to the rythmn of the thunder, it was magical
Hahah. They reconnected again?
Like with his penis I guess
I don't know. What do people who don't get stoned do?
after attempting to eat a candy cane bigger than my hand i have determined there's no way to eat this that doesn't seem erotic
I think I've forgotten how to blink. Help plz?
If you're with any of them tell them i apologize for (insert whatever i did here)
This is either going to be a hilarious catfish or the fuck trophy of the century.
The same idiot-bubble, now just bigger and louder.
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