I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE WE ARE TOO FUCKING ELEVATED.
Me either! Fuck yeah, 12th and something. 12th and hamburger stand.
glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling from '98 totally make blowing him more romantic.
i had a dream that i had so much marijuana that i didn't know what to do with it. i woke up and cried.
he pulled a hernia and i had to get the morning after pill. you tell me how our valentines day went.
Do you know how hard it is to write about pediatric crohn's when we're trying to figure out the keg situation for graduation?
Thanks for pulling me out of the bed by my feet atleast one of us was sober enough to know I had work at 5 am.
I just puked behind a tree outside work, then walked past my manager with puke in my hair. Man, I'm gonna miss this when I get a real job.
Bring scissors.....i think im gonna have to be cut out of this damn jockstrap
I've blown him while he hit my bong, I've blown him while he played video games and now I'm looking for a new challenge. Don't even try suggesting a blumpkin.
Actually, I take that back. You can only have it if I'm allowed to French braid the mullet.
oh the usual. high as balls and crying about the hunger games.
Once again, your first date sounds like something of an epic. Odysseus' Quest for Fourth Base.
My history professo slid into my DMs. Granted I did give him “fuck me” eyes during a lecture a few times.
Cockblock successful. That's for pouring nacho cheese on my flatscreen, asshole.
When I found out he was circumcised I called his mother and thanked her
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