This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I may be a little high but I'm pretty sure my alphabet soup has only Os in it
We call that spaghetti Os
Listen: if you or anyone else at work finds a starfish in a bowl, just leave it. It'll be gone by next week.
Better yet, if you find it can you put it in the mini-fridge in your office for safe keeping? Spanks.
And if it's going to get me in trouble, maybe just don't mention that I know anything about it.
the reason why you were crawling on your hands and knees from room to room last night was because you thought the ceiling fans were chasing you...
that makes sense.
I took her to see 2012 then broke up with her, the movie was a metaphor.
We can smell you smoking weed from downstairs and your little brother is asking why the upstairs smells like gasoline. Please smoke in the basement. XOXO dad.
You kept throwing bottles at the dorm across the courtyard and when anyone told you to stop you just said "who are you? Al Gore?"
There's a point around the one and a half minute mark where the keg stand goes from impressive to pathetic
It's all fun and games until you throw up hot cheetos in your drawer.
They're having lesbian sex while I play super mario world. I hope they like the music
Dude. You stood in a corner laughing your ass off while folding clothes, facing the wall. Yes, they were weed brownies..
had a dream that i inhaled my pet bird and started choking. Then I tried smoking from a bong and suddenly I smoked myself inside out. this is what happens when I don't smoke weed. my brain can't function!
I want Walter White to make me a bologna sandwich while I'm chained to a support
I hope. Last year I got lost in New Orleans and some guy named Cookie walked me home while I cried.
You walked in with a bag of weed and asked for a watermelon. For some reason they actually gave you one, and you made it into a perfectly working bong. Two of them offered their girlfriends to you for the night.
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