Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
There's too many weed/neon/felt Sublime posters in this room and someone just put on a Hunter S. Thompson movie. Save me, now.
nothing says happy birthday like half a tampon wrapped in someone else's hair on your shoulder.
He came in the heat vent in my car. Don't ask how it happened.
Using manwich sauce as ketchup. Not bad. Love college.
No. He just yelled "youre having one more orgasm!" So he made that happen and then he rolled over and went to sleep.
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
my sober ride is dancing w/ a fat girl. i might be awhile
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
I just woke up entirely naked on top of a pile of some guy's laundry on his bedroom floor.
She said she'll drive over, bang, and then head home. It's like ordering a pizza.
You told the cop you where the star of the Track team and tried to run away. So yeah, i'm not surprised.
I just walked by a dude at the gym covering himself in olive oil.
That's brilliant but could get us arrested. Give me shots until I shout LET'S DO THIS
On the plus side, he ate me out and gave me an orgasm. But he also talked about robots during sex and mispronounced it like the dad in the goldbergs and called them “robits”
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