there was a trapeze. enough said
thought i was the most hungover person in class until i saw a kid puke into his bookbag...he wins
hey you forgot your wet suit in my room you can come grab it whenever
yeah, she started doing yoga and cocaine....looks good on her.
you vomited through the snorkel and onto the back of your head. it was truly amazing
So I am guessing last night was a success we are all accounted for and only 3 of us have hospital bracelets on
dreams really do come true on the roof and drinking again
after we were done she whispered to my dick "you sir, are a genius"
I guess all those years with her as your babysitter finally paid off.
I can't straight up say the only reason I smoked a couple bowls with you was for your three legged cat
Also, no joke, I think that raccoon hair is still in my eye from last night.
It turns out my English teacher used to pose for Playboy. She's an inspiration.
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
I'm really stressed out right now.
I think you're confusing "stressed" and "sober".
Im drinking a CAN of bud light at the bar. Do you really think I care anymore?
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