When he brought me into his room he showed me his James Bond calendar and matching sheets, and then told me that his goal in life is to be James Bond….epic fail. Mission Impossible. I was scared to take off his boxers to find out that they were also James Bond themed.
RUN LIKE YOUR JAMES BOND
is it bad that the first thing i do when i get downstairs is go on farm town?
no, i will not be your spotter when you masturbate with a noose around your neck
do you ever just like the smell of your farts?
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
her sex was completely horrible but her weed was great. imma ask her out again
no, i remember trying to staple my nipples together. I just can't figure out where the hell stapler came from.
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
He makes me want to shower. It must be love.
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
Sometimes I actually rage on Tuesday, come back, and do homework drunk and pull an all nighter.
Last night I flashed a car full of people my tits for a bag of pretzels so yeah I'd say I was at least tipsy.
Vodka and tater tots have managed to satisfy me more than most of the guys I've slept with.
So on a scale of 1-10 how mad would you be if I sent you a picture from the inside of a strip club
Word. I want it involving like... sing-a-longs and sniffing glue.
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