I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Hurry up. We're trading phones to prevent drunk texting.
Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
my mom sold the house because of the grow room the couple saw i had in the basement.
We have a drunken confused pantless man in our apt. Boots.
my mouth is as dry as a post-menopausal camel on antidepressant's vagina.
After she saw a msg in his phone from me that listed the reasons why I love his cock, I don't think I can deny fucking her ex.
These bathrooms are miraculous. I'd love to have sex in here. Wow. I've peed 5 times.
We are keeping it ultra classy drinking 40s and playing croquet with 90s rap blasting in the back ground
Signs you do Molly too much. Glow sticks fallout of random articles of clothing on academic row
You must have my penis confused with someone else's...which is disappointing
i dunno, a lot of my childhood feels like a drugged up fever dream
Dude she literally licked him. He was covered in cheese and in her high state what else was she gonna do?
Hey, what's the French word for when you meet your boyfriend's friend and you have that gut feeling that you smoked pot naked in a hot tub with him at a house party years ago?
I don't know what else to tell you.. just listen to some taylor swift and you'll know what to do in the morning
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