so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
all i remember thinking as i was puking my intestines out is : wow.. this toilet does look like it's from the future.
my text book just quoted the cookie monster
I don't know what you're doing, but there's a dragon on my street.
theyre doing DJ Khaled impressions again...
we are both sitting on my bed desperately refreshing the order tracking page for dominos.
Also there's a dick sized hole in my tights...should I be worried?
In preparation of Wine in the Woods next weekend, today we're hosting Straight Vodka in the Bathtub
Tonight will bring shame to my future grandchildren.
We listened to Rod Stewart Pandora and slow danced in the shower.
Standing in a circle of girls fistpumping to the word "hospital" while taking shots.... I don't see this ending well, but its fucking fun.
Is it bad that I don't ask for names anymore? Just added "gold-chain-wearing hotel guy" to my list under "minivan 3way" and "funny-tasting gym guy."
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
Hmmm, well all I'm saying is don't do anything too irrational because you miss him and are blinded by his large penis.
dude, there is no doorman in your lobby and the front door is locked
oh yeah, sorry he's up here at the party. coming now
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