that's fine. btw we still need $500 for the donkey...
He went so fast i didnt even have time to pretend like i was about to have a fake orgasim
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
Its 6am and I'm sitting on the couch watching Clifford. Crying into my risotto because emily elizabeth helped the girl in the wheelchair get over her stagefright so she can win a trophy. Never drinking alone again.
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
I wouldn't have puked last night if I didn't inhale straight pepper from you shattering the pepper shaker on the wall.
I dunno. Last time I went there I had got sexually propositioned by a Belgian prince.
She kept crying and asking why I couldn't look more like Dennis quaid.
Told some chick I'm a virgin, on my way to her house as I type this. Debating crying afterwards to fuck with her head.
While I'm on hiatus from the Russian potato nectar, it is my wish for others to enjoy it in my stead.
Well we did eat French fries lady-and-the-tramp style last night...
I'm gonna guess ur still high cus last night at like 3am my pillows were morphing into cats and I kept trying to pet them
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
I've never been to an orgy, but I would assume nachos wouldn't be out of the question at one.
We need to find out what drug we took so we can take it everyday from here on out
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