So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
She slept with 4 other guys since we went on a break. And her ex. But apparently she hasn't given any bjs out of respect for me. Why does that comfort me?!
Speaking is such a hard concept right now
It's just like riding a bike. Only it's a dude's face.
Hey since its national brother week is that eiffel tower option with your girlfriend still on the table?
Ok, it is technically a gay bar but it's a total dive w/ strong drinks. The important thing is you can start drinking at 11:00 am without judgement
oh oh oh, and apparently you can bring in your own snacks. Some old dude just gave me cashews and cheetos.
I came out, you were peeing on the car and when I asked why you said it deserved it because its a rental
They sat me on college avenue with a puke bucket and people were mistakenly throwing change in it. Got me enough money take a cab back to my apartment.
Dude, you need to man up. You passed out before a PRESEASON game. It's a long season.
You were holding up a boot and yelling boot gang
Also, my phone suggested the phrase “puke in the mailbox" how many times have I had the need to text that to people?
I've never SEEN someone give negative fucks before. It's actually rather impressive. I want to study under them.
I accidentally sent a snap of my puss with the Republican filter... Totally killed his boner
...and now I welcome the sweet embrace of death.
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