it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
Wearing a Sarah Lawrence sweatshirt is like wearing a shirt that says, "I'm getting a degree in substitute teaching."
I told him he was my first gentile. He was so flattered.
idk whats worse playing power hour to yourself, or the fact that you were having fun while doing it
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. This is a hurriCAN.
Had "I should be in prison or dead" storytime at the bar. Found out James has done blow off a dead guy. Overwhelmed and speechless.
I'm mumbling to people and trying not to accidentally shit my pants
I got back at him the only way I knew how, by hooking up with the guy he hates from their rival fraternity.
So then you challenged the bartender to an arm wrestling contest for a free bottle of vodka
Sweet. Did I win?
Youre hungover arent you?
The one with glasses said he was keeping my bra. He had me sign it before he left and he said he would be hanging it up in his bunker. I support our troops.
I'm not allowed to have sex with him again. My vagina joined in on the protest. There was a petition. All my body parts signed it.
I'm gonna eat you out. But for science
Unfortunately the rum ran out midway through our viewing and we had to suffer in silence for the rest of it.
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