When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, you're a dumbass
I showed him my bush... on skype.
i should start naming my morning wood
great idea but wrong number
you only had a canadian ten, but you said it was all good cuz you would just by molson.
you were asking all the dicks on chatroulette if they had daddy issues
It's called 'beer pong' not 'everclear and coke pong' for a reason...
disregard all texts ive sent you minus taco motherfucking bell
it's a gatorade, cheez its, and regret kind of morning....
I love my boobs, they're the only thing that supports me. They make me a solid 6.
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...
THIS IS THE EMERGENCY BOOZE SYSTEM. I AM EN ROUTE TO DEWITT WITH A FIFTH OF TEQUILA. THIS IS NOT A TEST
I hope it's socially acceptable to wear a mesh one piece into last call tonight?
Not sure how a movie about Jesus has managed to make me feel insecure about my boobs but it has.
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
I could hear it slapping against his thighs under the robe!!!!!!!!! You are a lucky girl!
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