As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
I had it in my eyebrows, my bangs, under one eye, and across both cheeks. Congratulations on the successful and elusive warpaint cumshot.
In a meeting with the accounting department. This shit is even more boring in real life and there isn't a professor to wake me up.
the vast amounts of cleavage i'm sporting to my final says "no, I didn't study but don't worry I've got something lined up for when I don't graduate".
Just finished texting the 27th male name in my phone that i don't recognize. none of them were the hott kid i made out with last night. the search continues.
youre just mad i got the high score on the breathalyzer
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
In 30 minutes I will have been sober for an entire month. Time for a celebratory lap of cheap alcohol that leads to early liver failure.
But happy liver failure. That's what counts.
I just told him he had gained a new brother. He immediately knew I meant the eskimo kind.
She just lifted up her dress, screamed "This is gonna be a good one!" And pissed on the pole...
She makes him look at her naked pics before she sends them to someone she's actually going to fuck. I think this makes him mayor of the friend zone.
My night was too much. My morning is even more. Help. I need to teleport the fuck out of here.
THERE IS WEED IN MY OVEN. HOW AM I EVER SUPPOSED TO MAKE CHICKEN PARMESAN WITH WEED IN MY OVEN.
i'm not too sure if he's up to my expectations looks-wise, but in the penis department he exceeds ALL regulations.
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