i hope you realize when i said "grib" earlier i was referring to the gridded binary, a mathematically concise data format commonly used in meteorology to store historical weather forecast data. also meant in referential conjunction to my probability math class that i am failing at roughly 215pm tomorrow afternoon.
I don't think you know how difficult it is to pee in poncho..
thank god dogs can't talk. they see way to much.
my hippie aunt just sent me some brownies with a note saying not to eat them under any circumstances until finals are over. excited.
well i did drunkenly flip his snowmobile going 90, so i can kind of see why hes mad
Hahhaha I literally just rolled outta bed and went to get beer in my pj's and slippers. God I love graduating
Our idea of a "deep conversation" was successfully forming complete sentences.
I don't think I have but I might've died. If I have then come get me, I'm in the flower bed. And still game.
If you're that baked in a class full of people that know you're that baked you tend to offer up a peace offering. Its like the burrito of trust! If eaten you are now obligated to help maintain my grades and keep me from falling out of my chair. $3.75 a morning is worth it for that mafia type protection!
It has become abundantly clear why you give me pixie stix when you're drunk now...
Your subconscious sucks. Mine is awesome. I have a recurring dream where I manage a chocolate factory run by big titted hookers.
A) you're a liar. B) that would be awesome.
Is it weird that I Facebook creep hot people from their credit card receipts?
Being single for so long makes me fucking creepy.
I feel like your dick pick is everywhere. Never have I needed to be so careful when posting pictures.
Instead of saying hi she asked if she could touch your dick through your ski bib and NOW I understand why you wore it to the bars
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
I was covered in mud from my knees down, I smelt like the inside of a port-a-potty and only had mascara on one eye. . . so you know your usual Sunday brunch.
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