so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
i need gas-x and some way to take back every single thing i did last night.
I had to use the resin knife to take the staples out of my tax return forms. Tax returns and a search warrant?
Just bought a german beer stein with tuition cash. no regrets
we banged on the home plate. i wasnt even aware of the significance of where we were until afterwards hahaha
This does no justice to the amount of paint I'm covered in or the amount of balls I'm tripping.
We fucked to techno music while he wore shin guards... best sex ever.
I think if I set up a series of baby gates up the stairs each one more difficult to undo then the last that should be able to stop your drunk vagina.
110% paid for our cab with a lap dance
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
Is being in jail an excusable absence?
AND ONCE AGAIN, MY VAGINA HAS STRUCK AGAIN. HER PLANS TO TAKE OVER MARYLAND ARE WELL ON THEIR WAY AS SHE CONTINUES TO ENGULF EVERY QUEER IN A 10 MILE RADIUS
Your vagina is like Nancy Drew lately.
Walking actually physically hurts. We should do it again some time.
dude. i woke up on a random lawn wearing only my boxers, with all my clothes hung in the branches of a nearby tree... no more shrooms
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