I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
They are baked and once again have spent the last 45 mins talking about opening up a world wide business called "pickle on a stick"
i would bitch about being this hungover, but honestly im just happy to be alive after this weekend
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
You act like pregaming preseason hockey is a crime. Come on man, get fucked up and watch pucks. It rhymes so well it has to go together. DOS EQUIS Y DEVILS!
Can I tell him I got herpes from your bong instead of from that guy who claimed to be an olympic diver?
I've thrown up in front of nearly every customer we've had today.
At what point do you think my baptist preacher of a father will clue in that my brother "bringing a foreign exchange student" for thanksgiving means "bringing his european boyfriend and they'll probably fuck every night" for thanksgiving?
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
He was my first. He knew. He knew right there I was wrapped around his penis.
Shia just rubbed his beard the way I do all the time and maybe he's my soul sister. This live stream is life changing.
He does impressions. Handy knowing you can get fucked by one guy and pretend a group of celebrities is running a train on you.
I feel like people expect me to always be a sarcastic, shade throwing drunk. And you know me, I hate to disappoint.
I just walked in on her masturbating to a social anxiety video...
I know you're here! I can hear your phoneeeee. Wake up and do illegal things with me.
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