HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
They were so slutty we had to play "rarely have I ever."
He could list all of the presidents! Every one, and in order!! I was so impressed the least I could do was give him a blow job.
Ah, yes. Making our founding fathers proud.
Last night I went to an anything but cups party. I took a hummingbird feeder. It was a terrible decision.
You tried to pay the bartender in graduation checks, I think you'll be fine in the real world.
Is it too much to ask that he stop calling me 'titty fuck' in public?
You held your own hair and threw up into a red cup...I think they were more amazed than upset.
I'm calling into work with a wicked case of sledge hammer crotch. She has to understand
Complete silence. Background Willy Wonka music. An empty back of Lay's BBQ chips. These are the ingredients for an extreme acid trip.
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
Why are there so many fucking Lambchop puppets hidden around my house?!
I'm gonna celebrate Valentines day by watching Bob Ross videos and tripping balls.
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
And what in gods fuck were you drinking. It tasted like windex with a mixture of juce
...its technically supposed to be for the bridal shower but I think I can find an ensemble that says "im hopped up on x. Stick your tongue down my throat." As well as " im supporting your marriage to my brother"
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