i hope you realize when i said "grib" earlier i was referring to the gridded binary, a mathematically concise data format commonly used in meteorology to store historical weather forecast data. also meant in referential conjunction to my probability math class that i am failing at roughly 215pm tomorrow afternoon.
I think I'm going to be in trouble for sneaking out last night. My Dad saw me drive up this morning when he was leaving early for work.
What'd you say?
I told him I was sleep driving
dont ever smoke after you drink again... i dont think ive ever seen...or heard of someone throwing up and farting at the same time. that is, if you were farting.
if you wouldnt have been fucking me hard and crazy like that then my bed wouldn't have broke. you owe me 600.
so you admit it was good then??
she found me naked passed out on the toilet and i just kept repeating "i'm like elvis, but not dead."
i think i can safely say that is the weirdest thing you've ever propositioned me with. so obviously my answer is yes.
Alright, I can go by eventually,, I don't wanna lose a second pair of shoes this semster from blacking out...
made the entire pub sing the british national anthem, puked, rallied, then peed in a telephone booth and have pictures to prove it, taking tourism to another level since 2012.
I would have done it. But then again I am a starving student who can manipulate my brain into thinking my decision was somehow morally justifiable.
My mom just told me the story of how she met my dad through prison. How was your saturday?
While strippers were eating ones out of my boobs, several sources claimed trump shared classified info with the russians. We should get hammered on Mondays more often, bitch.
I crawled to the bathroom this morning there were cornpops scattered on the floor? What was I doing last night?
And pointless. I'm fully vested in all my calories coming from booze today. The salad just fucks that shit up
Dad hid the hash somewhere in my room and wont tell me where it is until i clean it. My room is spotless. The hash was on the ceiling fan...
Fucking hate kids. In particular I hate our kids.
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