So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
she was using a pencil to fish crushed adderall out of a plastic bag. it was like a college version of fun dip
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
Okay, just a casual question: how did i manage to get grass stains on the inside of my bra?
It's not quite a landing strip... It's more like a soul patch for my vagina.
This weekend has taught me that sometimes, being buried under a mattress is the safest place in the room.
THIS ISN'T WORKING THIS IS THE DRUNK LEADING THE DRUNK
There is a pile of hair outside the apartment next door. At least now I know what all that shouting was about last night.
My head feels like a nest made of hair and cum
ur mom makes the best bacon
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE
In his defense he just bought a bong like a week ago so he's still in that honeymoon phase.
So you'd go straight for a fat chick with cheese on her tits?
Yes.
Please tell me you did not shit your Disney princess costume.
You're an adult now and it's your vagina. You should do what it or you wants.
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