There's a woman here that looks like a cross between Michael Jackson and Flipper.
he said he doesnt sext because the government can tap that kind of shit too. no boobie pics for him.
i just entered cocaine into my calorie counter.
Ask if he wants his tooth back. It's in the freezer. In the box of hotpockets.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
That's the last time I do shots near a campfire.
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
Apparently after awhile self preservation trumps libido. This is new news to me.
I vaguely remember taking a yard light, holding it up like the statue of liberty, and all of us at the party chanting the national anthem. What a glorious night
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
This is literally engraved into my seat "Need crack?" And then there's a number. This isn't real.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
They are doing the auction. One of the items in the auction is a grenade launcher.
Of course I'm watching space shows while stoned on the science channel. Why would I want to learn while not baked out of my skull?
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