but i really can't criticize. i blacked out waaaaaay ahead of schedule.
a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
You deserve yourself a blunt and a build a bear.
Just threw up in a trash can by the ATM. Then pulled out money for weed.
you should give me head with plastic fangs in
I told her I had the flu when in reality I did way too many drugs last night, haven't slept and don't want to sit through a 3 hour buisness meeting trying to figure out which voices are real and which are in my head
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
When we picked him up this morning the cop said that if they actually arrested every drunk American who pissed on cathedral doors, Spain wouldn't have any room for real prisoners.
Nothing brings people closer than bonding over tequila shots and running from campus security.
Han Solo would be ashamed of me.
Everyone keeps telling me I look so healthy and happy today: the power of the penis people!!
So I considered mediating this morning and instead I master-bated...same thing right?
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
Allow me to explain. Triple D is a surprise. It's like if you're expecting to fight one person, then you get ambushed by more. Except it's a good ambush, because it's boobs, not death.
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