let me know it goes. try not to get bit. and if you can, get someone to videotape it.
I had a wet dream about my mom last night. words can't even begin to discribe how scarred I am. what. the. fuck.
I'm gonna put my relationship status as "widowed" to see if it helps me get some poon.
I'm to the point in my high that every song eventually turns into Lady Gaga
MCAT status: Day 64, no longer can remember what sex is like.
i gave her a can of corn and told her the cabs are accepting non perishable food items over the holidays. blatant lie and she lives like $40 away
I had to ask him for the scissors while I was in the shower. My hood piercing was stuck in my loofah.
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
I don't think it's considwred fine dining when you're passing out at golden palace in chinatown at 4 am with you boss who happens to be wearing a dress.
Sorry I need more motivation then McDonalds and mojitos.
I'm gonna take off my shirt and spin it around my head like petey Pablo so u can find us
we're all going for beer and wings at 7. inflate your girlfriend and bring her along too.
Spent 38 bucks on dollar wells last night. I'm pretty sure my liver is staging a mutiny right now.
I think I came out of my blackout as I was ordering wine from the private wedding reception.
I don't know what that means but it's making me want to fuck you.
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