I just got three quarters of the way there before I realized I was way too stoned for class so I bought a smoothie and walked home.
Just checked my bank account while shitting blood. Neither action felt good when I was done.
It went from "haha, this will be funny" to "full blown anime porn fetish"
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
You need to let me be on top sometimes. I gotta get rid of these love handles
Found plan b box covered with blood. In kitchen sick. Pickle jar is empty. Wtf happened?
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
Only at Harvard can you walk in on a bunch of stoners and expect everyone to immediately stand up, shake your hand and introduce themselves like we're at a fucking job fair
words I never want to hear dad say again: "Trevor you sexy man you"
My liver is whispering mean things about me to my kidneys. It's a fucking miracle I'm not hungover. Lol
He's like a sexy bearded lumberjack who likes wine.. I can't lose..
Like I don't care that he's a drug dealer, but I have a problem with his inefficient and ineffective business model.
Irony: drinking your pre workout supplement out of the cup your Krispy Kreme doughnut holes came in.
My vagina knows your penis is sad about Andrew Luck. You should come over and let her comfort him in his time of need
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