So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
yup put them legs up on your shoulders and eat her like some folgers
eat her like coffee?
He kept referring to his penis a his "love gun"
I knew we should have skipped class earlier, my lab partner is drunk from last night and making up his own experiments.
She said my main job as maid of honor is to ensure the groom doesn't find out that each of his seven groomsmen has had his penis inside her.
I miss the good ol' days when we would yell at strangers from your balcony while wearing our mexican ponchos in the middle of the day.
what ever happened to our old dealer?
Change of plans. Theres a bouncy castle setup in my apartment complex.
Is it sad I don't want to go buy $1 Mac-n-cheese cause I need to pay rent... I'm re-naming this college.
Also, peanut butter on a spoon dinner is back in existence and it is good.
also, just kill me. literally hit me with a vehicle, or an aircraft, something that will ultimately make me forget tonight.
Remember how he wouldn't sleep with me "out of respect"? Well, Mr. Respect just fingered me in a parking garage.
Well I passed out before 4:20 on 4/20 so I deem it a failure AND a success.
Going to the ER, I'll explain later but apparently drunk me isn't allergic to peanut butter.
Beer bong just needs to be rebedazzled but it's gonna make it
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
Hangover and judgement, the breakfast of champions.
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