and we just had intercourse last night so i'm exhausted, fucked up on adderol, emotionally broken and just pissed
I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
Theyr drawing diagrams to try to explain to me how high they are
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
Weddings at vineyards should never be allowed to happen. I'm pretty sure I drank every bottle they produced in 2008.
You remember those guys we called the police on after they stole our keg? Turns out one of them is a student instructor in one of my classes. Figuring out how best to use this information.
He was completely serious when he said my boobs were like "majestic white clouds."
if you lined all their dicks up next to eachother, it would be like at&t bars
Oh dude, thanks for giving me that liquor last night, except replace 'giving' with 'violently forcing'.
You don't put off sexcapades. Life lesson #1.
My fake id got more birthday sex than I've had in my life.
Celebrated the veterans I suppose, my mouth tastes of gin and black outs
I really hope you didn't eat the bowl of melted vanilla ice cream I left on the coffee table. Because it is not melted vanilla ice cream.
I THINK it was the lead singer. Whoever he was, I have his number and his dick was pierced.
It was totally the lead singer.
I honestly have no desire to wear clothes around you
I have that affect on people
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