You know, Peter Parker would not have been nearly as cool if he had gotten bitten by an ant.
Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Just think about how many life skills I lack. Cooking... Driving... Sobriety...
Why does it always end up with me crying in my car.
Shes sitting on the front porch puking in to the pumpkin she just carved...in the rain. I guess pumpkin spice tequila shots wasnt our best idea.
The rest of us are chipping in to soundproof your bedroom. This is getting ridiculous.
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
Well I was going to go home but vodka happened.
I bruised my dick hopping over that fence last night
My drug dealer is giving me a 15% veterans discount on my weed for nov 11th
That's the best thing I've heard all week.
UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
Compositionally, that's actually a really nice picture.
And your penis looks really nice too.
I need something that says "I'm gay sometimes but I feel scorned by my straight, non-committal lover, so I'm here to get drunk and make out, and possibly end up in a bathroom with someone who's name I won't remember tomorrow"
She said if you lived here it would be like the x rated version of 3's company
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