It wouldn't matter if you are Jesus Christ himself, you are not getting into the bar tonight
you can't spend the night you always smell like dirty underwear and my roommates complain
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
my mom just informed me that im way nicer when im high and offered to supply my weed until our house guests leave.
does that include her cleaning your bowl?
I think I'm making progress on my commitment issues. I drunk made out with the same guy from last semester this weekend.
You fell out of your barstool, I tried to help you but you said if I got any closer I'd be drinking my meals through a straw, So there you sat.
I just ate a dove chocolate and the wrapper said "chocolate: always your valentine" WHAT KIND OF JACKASS WRITES THESE AND WHY MUST THEY MOCK ME?
He crawled over to me grabbed my boob asked me if I liked cats and then passed out. If that's really my RA, it's gonna be a long year
It's gay pride weekend and Father's day.. So in honor of the occassions I am now BI
Dude, he's legal now. You could not pry me from his dick with the jaws of life.
At some point, it turned less into sparring and more into tough guy dry humping.
He asked me if I remembered touching his police badge. awk.
He overslept for our prescheduled morning sex. The fact that my vagina isn't enough to get him out of bed was the last straw.
Started dabbing in blow again because he always hated that I did it. Yuh I’m doing drugs but at least I’m doing me?
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