To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Apparently I did my philosophy paper last night. It's not bad either.
I just found my coat check number in my underwear.
That girl that gave me a blowjob, I think I fired her last year.
You get to be the grown up. Leave a ciabatta by his face.
Jail is not for me. They portion control your meals and I don't really like that.
Keep it up. It gets easier when you turn 21. Something happens in people's brains when they turn 21 and all of a sudden you have the power to drink constantly and abuse drugs and still graduate with good grades and your shit together. Im almost positive I read it in my freshman year bio textbook
No it was good. I serenaded the holding cell occupants with a fabulous rendition of Making Love out of Nothing at all. It was fucking amazing!
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
I had to ask him for a dick pic. Do you know how refreshing that was?
Don't remember our skype call last night too well, but did I pee while skyping you?
I couldn't break up with him while I was wearing a Hakuna Matata shirt.
I'm pretty sure I just won at life. I touched the bushy tail of a squirrel while he had his mouth full and was digging in a plant on campus. That is all.
dude if looks could fuck you two would've been naked in front of everybody
All time low: no dry towels so I'm using the sex towel to dry off
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