And if you don't call me, I will embarrass you publicly with a can of spray cheez.
We Started drinking at 8am and left the bar around 11pm....I hate ALL green things
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
Cookies. Watch out fir falling satellites.
Like lay upon bear skin rugs, drink brandy and reminisce of the yesteryear's before a majestic fire place? Because those are my plans.
my bowl and the doses are under your mom's passenger seat
repeat: THERE IS LSD AND THC IN YOUR MOM'S CAR. HELP ME HELP US AVOID FELONIES
It's ok, I like adventure. Just ask my vagina.
What the fuck could you be doing in that room to make her yell "Beginners Luck!" over and over again?
I'm really sorry that I blew your friend in your bed, but to be fair he started it.
If I wasn't stoned and knee deep in cheese and crackers I'd help.
sex, shower, sex, ice cream sandwiches?
His buddy came running in the room after we had sex, and started "sponging" the sweat off my forehead with his sport wristband.
I woke up in his closet, with my shirt inside out and backwards, Rolos in my hand, a tortilla with a face carved into it stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a homemade bong next to the bed, and the door off the hinges... I need a chaperone.
We're hate flirting, damnit.
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