Gonna be late. Someone jumped in front of our train.
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
I always have to poop after I paint my nails. It never fails.
I'm covered in salsa and facewash. I think I'm doing something wrong over here.
I was just given a safe word. It's going it be an interesting night.
While at warped tour today a girl was crowd surfing and her vagina landed in my face, I call that a successfull day.
So i know you wont get this until you land, but if i'm late its cause i was having sex. being blunt and hope that explains things.
One of my other friends found me and the dog in the back seat of this one guy's car....I don't even know
PUT YOUR FRESHLY SHAVED MEXICAN POON ON THAT BEARD. NOW.
Okay so, sorry but last night we had to put a note on your chest and a key around your neck just so you would make it home.
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
She paid me 300 bucks to spank her and call her Baby Jane. Then we drank half a bottle of sippin whiskey. I'd call it a twelve out of ten.
you hit your head on the sneeze guard and passed out at Pizza Hut they called the police
She made me keep my boots on and say "you're welcome darlin" after every orgasm......so yes it was an awesome night.
I knew the bike rally would be fun when I saw "male pole dancing" on the schedule
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