its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
I was dancing barefoot on glass at one point. That really sobered me up.
I think I just puked all over my comforter and my roomdmate won't wakt up to washc it for me
Wow, haven't had to deal with the 'stoned at the dinner table' scenario in a while
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to hit on your nurse while getting an HIV test.
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
I will sleep with anyone I have to to make sure you don't get deported
And the cops are back. At least my pants are on this time
If it was any colder outside, the frost from my breath would make a mixed drink
To the point, I hope I remember where to put my dick when I finally get laid again
You have a 50 50 chance
don't bring your nerd jargon into this conversation about my naked body
You wrapped yourself in tin-foil and told us you were Iron Man. I have pictures.
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