3:38a: you guys up to anything right now?
Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem
can a guy be partially circumsized? cause i dont exactly know what i was lookng at...
I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
They were fighting, but then they bumped into the bong and it shattered. After that they just hugged and cried.
I can't believe we had "50th anniversary of man in space" sex.
Just grabbing my bra from a history teacher's desk in the Humanities building. Maybe I should stop drinking on weeknights
I am drunk. Riding an elevator. You can smell the beer. Doctor on with me just smiling at me... He agrees, fuck cancer.
Yeah man it sucked balls. People on the bus probably thought I was fucking crazy. I was fetal position, taking up two seats with no shame whilst simultaneously panting.
So note to self oboe reeds soaked in Apple Rubinoff sound GREAT.
There's times when I just want to bottle my farts for later they're so insane.
I need you there. I need someone to glance at when other people inevitably annoy me.
I'm disease and pregnancy free. This is an Easter for the books!
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
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