I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
found an empty one..2nd door on the right...i'm already naked.
she was dressed as a doctor claiming that after she was done i would have a "permaboner"
smoking weed is really the only logical conclusion to hangovers
She came in to my room half naked at 3am asking me if I had seen the movie balls deep 7
you can't just make up for the fact that you broke up with me by tagging yourelf in my embarrassing facebook videos of you
the awesomeness of being snowed in wore off after we ran out of beer and we realized we really didnt want to be stuck with everyone.
Cocaine Wednesdays have to stop turning into no work Thursday
I performed "get broken glass out of my shoulder" surgery last night... Drunk, with a what-a-burger straw.
I'll remember. Also, I owe you 200 for a pair of shoes that I carelessly bought to improve my spinal structure, to improve my health and ensure that I love to be 300 years old. Like Adam. Of the bible.
This is what happens when wu tang raised you
I went up by the border of Canada. We took shrooms and went fishing...pretty sure we killed a dragon and ate it for dinner
I just saw elmo dancing with gumby. The bars at 7a.m. are AWESOME.
She and I had some intense sexual tension earlier when she dumped a package of apple straws all over my body.
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