Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I woke up on the steps beside a plate of spaghetti and a toilet paper roll ripped in half. And i actually think this day is gonna get better.
Our professor just said "No class today, go get stoned." A guy seriously walked over and hugged him.
So... i mean if they do have cameras in his apartment buildings pool room atleast we gave them a little show.
Judging by what she did last night, I would say at least 4 of them have mono now.
How do i tell my boyfriend " I'm taking the two weeks im in Europe to fuck my way across 9 countries" in a way where we will still be together?
There are a bunch of guys at the door looking for the guy you brought back to the condo...pretended not to speak English. You're welcome.
You do realize that you're sleeping with a man who is part of a gay harem, right?
They seemed upset when they walked out and saw a penis in a mouth
You got the whole drunk bus to sing, "In The Jungle" while conducting with your glowsticks.
He's an acquired taste, like S&M or those crunchy things they put in salads
Croutons?
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
You ghosted you're own booty call. Wow what a sad sad man.
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