Theres this fat girl in desperate need of the proactive factory in my class and as i watch her shovel food in her face I am struggling to not only keep down my meager lunch but also to stay straight. Eliza Dushku couldnt even get my flacid dick to move
you dont have to exercise, you threw up last night!
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
That's why there are breakfast margaritas.
I pretty much have hash tequila and gelato for dinner every night
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
Well... He is a good looking man underneath all the fat and muff.
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Ok, I have three hours. I'm trying to work out two blow jobs and a taco.
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
What I do when I'm blackout drunk is none of my business.
That moment when you can't decide if you should vote for the random frat guy you have head to at the beginning of the semester for business and technology senator.
If you're going to do that you're going to need a pleather suit.
Exactly man. Who needs doctors when you have vodka and hot knives.
Hey I need you to run the morning meeting, for reasons I can explain when I find out where I left my car
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