you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
I woke up covered in BBQ sauce. My hand had "you win" written on it. Do I celebrate?
Well, it's 24 hours till finals. I need high A's on all of them and I still am not sure where exactly on campus most of my classes took place.
so apparently i worked out for over an hour last night. drinking is the only way i will ever get anything done
We are lost. Everyone is drunk and it all went downhill after we iced the bus driver.
We made a bong out of a plastic football. I can honestly say we make a good team.
I gave the naked guy in the hotel a pop tart. He stopped crying.
I just think that exercising will really get in the way of my painkiller induced nap time rituals. There's gotta be a better way.
I was trying to climb into what I thought was a bunk bed.. Turns out it was just a cabinet under the sink in a bathroom
He even wore it to bed. What the hell. He's too excited about that goddamn costume.
Well I'm in a stranger's bed.
Gotta leave to watch the Lions
I'm beginning to think shitting his pants is just a normal thing for him.
It's now officially the Christmas season, so I have no shame in drinking evernog.
hooked up with him and then had a conversation with his ex about how we hate people who hook up with our exs...
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