I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
Drawing dicks in the frost on people's windshields is a rare joy I allow myself while walking to my 8 AM class.
Please stop using the dehumidifier for your weed.
Well, I didn't bring a notebook or any paper to class. Should I take notes on the sugar packet, lace thong, or condom wrapper that instead are in my school bag?
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I left two shots of jager for you guys when you wake up from your death. Do with it as you wish
We're attempting to get a tally of how may people puked last night...Please respond with your vomit status.
I feel like his dick looks like a decorative autumn squash.
The first couple times was just weird, but after last night, I'm beginning to think you have a real problem banging pregnant women who are carrying someone elses child.
The sun is gonna brush it's hairy dick across my forehead in the morning, gently whispering: "you're 4 hours late for work"
Only Jon could get an entire commuter train to chant "Ride! Jon! Home!" to get a girl in bed.
I woke up to a stripper (who added me on Facebook) messaging me reminding me to cancel my card if I can't find it
I don't remember anything after falling in the ditch, but I now have confirmation that my rib is broken. Never drinking again.
Drunk me has cost me a lot in cell phones...
I cannot lay down. I will throw up my life and your life and the class hamster I had in third grade.