So guess who had sex in a Ghostbusters sleeping bag.
At Wal-Mart last night I watched two guys scramble for $4.34 to pay for a pack of ping pong balls and red solo cups. They had to put the .34 on a credit card. Winter break begins!
I am currently in the waffle making stage of highness
The required reading for this week is a paper about birds called great tits. Let's see my TA keep a straight face through this discussion.
I mean I'm forever immortalized as the one who puked in his dad's straw hat.
Alright, deal. Settling two drug deals before noon is what I call a productive day. I'm not even gonna go to math, I've practiced enough numbers for the day.
The maintenance guy asked for a box to stand on to reach the ceiling. All I could offer him was a keg.
This is what we do on Thursday nights. Spray tans, blunts and drawing pictures of cats.
I know it must have been a hard break up. Are you okay?
Oh yeah, I'm fine dude. My vaginas heart is broken though. I feel bad for her, you should give her a call sometime.
I'll remember. Also, I owe you 200 for a pair of shoes that I carelessly bought to improve my spinal structure, to improve my health and ensure that I love to be 300 years old. Like Adam. Of the bible.
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
Let this be a lesson to you, parmesan cheese crumbles are not a good substitute for coffee creamer, no matter how high you are
Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
may or may not have entered into a gay civil rights discussion with 6 year olds. Hint: I did.
Just bedazzled a flask, while drinking out of it. Hot glue is EVERYWHERE.
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