11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak English because I speak the international language of blowies.
I plan on gettn treatment center drunk
not much just sitting outside his bathroom door naked eating cheetoes. You?
My living room is scattered with glow sticks wrappers, sparklers, face paint & beer cans?
It's not as cool looking when the drugs wear off, is it?
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
just watched a cripple ollie in his wheelchair to get on to the elevated floor in the bar. I. LOVE. WISCONSIN
I am on a roof. I'm not sure which one, or why, or how, but I am on a roof and you should come get me. I can see info classrooms!
Because her vagina is one of those illusive black holes that leads to a parallel universe where he is king and the sea is made of beer! That is why they are together!
I am tired of banking on my penis size to overcome my lack of game.
I think our prof has caught onto our drinking game. He burst into the room with a big smile on his face and yelled "essentially! Essentially! Essentially!"
Apparently mid making out I got up and said "I need to figure out my life" went in the bathroom and threw up for two hours.
I JUST SENT A TOILET SELFIE TO THE WRONG PERSON.
i guess "never drinking again" is not an option when you invent a whole new level of drunk...
after we fucked i left the room and when i came back he was patting his dick whispering "prouda you lil guy...prouda you"
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