we black-lighted her bedspread and it looked like a jackson pollock painting.
I wish i could tell a story about guys I know without the phrase "and then I blew him." coming up.
They threw a beer at you on stage and then you stopped the karaoke and cussed everyone in the bar out for 2 minutes
we convinced you the moon was a planet...again
she blew me in the men's room in the restaurant. it was a french bistro, so it was okay
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
It's not even close to Halloween but there is a girl in a nurses outfit. Twerk or twat.
Apparently mr clean magic erasers don't clean blood off the ceiling
The only thing about him that I appreciated was that he destroyed the bathroom at your birthday and missed singing to you. And we all knew.
Why were you twerking to, "The Wheels on the Bus"?
It felt like I was on painkillers mixed with Molly mixed with the sinking feeling I'll die alone. 10/10 doing again.
Btw, apparently no one knows who ordered the pizzas for the after party, no one paid, and the delivery lady made a celeb shot, took a beer, then said she'd be back later to finish up the game...
I do very much feel like vomiting. and I have no idea where that lighter came from. thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
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