the smoke from my cigarette strangely resembles what patrick swayzes ghost will look like.
It's going to be nice going to the airport without drugs taped to my balls like last year.
so if i die before i go back to school its because the thing we found in the hallway that i've been smoking out of is a crack pipe
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
i admit it was a weird experience, but why regret what once made you cum
You went streaking and came back with your shirt inside out. Then said "it happens in the line of duty" and passed out.
And by "schedule" I meant crumbled up liquor store receipt, that I wrote shit on.
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
I kept resisting the urge to yell "2 for 2!" so they could hear me on the other side of the wall.
You don't understand. There's baclava and there's post sex baclava. You can't compare the two.
People have been asking me if I'm going to the reunion lately. It occurs to me that everyone wants me there to feel that much better about themselves.
I mean with a sentence like that I knew I would be cumming
Drinking a grey goose and water in a random chair that I found by the road by myself
So there's that.
i like that he makes me laugh. those are like my two favorite things. laughing and fucking.
Yeah. We're taking this fuck buddy relationship to the next level. Sober weekday sex.
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