Cold hands, warm shart.
somehow you got everyone naked by playing strip rock paper scissors.
I hate it when I can only see straight when I close one eye. I feel like that deserts the purpose of seeing with two eyes
I feel like I'm back in highscool trying to hide my erections at work
I don't care where my tongue is but i t's going to be in all the pictures.
stalking is really helping my grade.. I followed him to a review session tonight
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
i woke up this morning next to my toilet covered in an attempt to make blanket of toilet paper
Guys, I'm sleeping in the BOYNTON LAUNDRY ROOM. if you can, come let me out in the morning as I have no keys. I might be in the study room possibly. DON'T FORGET. I will be trapped
Update: I only have one shoe. The other one now belongs to the gods of jello-wrestling. May it rest in peace.
Im tired as fuck but i cant leave him here like this i gave him the acid and i feel the responsibillity to put his mind back together its fun im an architect about to about to construct a whole new belief and moral system inside this soul. Talk about the best psychothearpy
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
I'm not allowed back because I may or may not have insulted his beer. And the entire Czech Republic.
I said his dick tasted like a Hawaiian Sweet Roll. And then I yelled MAHALO.
It's true. There would need to be A LOT of data collection. Aka, dick-catching. I volunteer as tribute.
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