So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
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I just added 'steal mom's xanax' to my to do list for when I go home for Easter.
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
I just walked by a party bus on my way to study. God hates me.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
I've already started drinking so the earlier you get out of class the more coherent I'll probably be.
No but the chipped one is crooked now. Clearly I didn't use my hands to break my fall. I used my face
As a gentleman, I asked her if she was sure and she just whispered "wreck me" in my ear. I took that as a green light.
Come over. We're getting stoned and watching DogTV
Regardless of how one feels after a break up, whiskey must be consumed.
I lost a fight last night. By that I mean I head butt the bar and busted my lip open.
It's 2 am on the long weekend and what am I doing? Sitting alone in my room eating chips and queso and watching Rio. Fuck I need to get laid.
You know, you could always move. Lol somewhere without gators, water moccasins, and Marco Rubio.
you've already made the comitment to pee in public you should at least whip your dick out
How was the tequila? Are you making bad decisions yet?
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