You surviving the open bar?
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I didn't cheat on him. Cheating means finding out. I made sure he was at work first. After the guy left I got shitfaced just so nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he came home.
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She went off on a twilight/new moon tangent before we even got back to my room. i had to jump the ship and pretended to pass out on the sidewalk.
Peter invited his little brother to smoke with us and he is trying so hard to pretend he's done it before. When he saw the weed he was like "hell yeah!" and everyone got completely silent and just looked at him
Would you like me to write a persuasive essay on how you should let me suck your dick?
Close. The correct answer is shitting in a public toilet. We also would have accepted the pit of despair.
It was an "I snuck in through the window at 5am with my underwear in my pocket" kind of night.
Remember when we used to go to the bathroom to do drugs together? Now it's to help you with your spanx.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
She stumbled into class and Google image searched nipple piercings for the entire 75 minutes
If last night was a preview of 2015, I quit.
He woke me up at 6:30 to have sex again and afterwards, he didn't even judge me when I asked him if he wanted some rum. I think I found my soulmate.
I feel like you should store your weed in something that suits your personality. For example mines in a hollowed out disney princess book.
Only you would offer whiskey to a man in liver failure.
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