i wish that high-me and normal-me were two different ppl so that high-me could thank normal-me for setting out a feast before smoking
I wish that high-you wouldn't text me stupid shit at 3:30 in the morning
so many types of cookies right now. i'm eating four kinds of cookies that i've made into larger cookie sandwiches. too high. whoa.
He came on my chin and called me cumbledore. i give up.
we were canoeing in the lake and i asked if he was too drunk for this, and he said "don't worry about it, i'm half native american"
Go ahead. I tried to back up ur budhism story but she mite be catching on
Dammit. I hoped that would work. Just tell her I'm doing my pilgrmidge to Nepal or something.
Nothing says never again like hurling in the shower.
Whos eating a bunch of acid and watching fireworks tomorrow? This guy. Thats who.
I said geronimo as I came I'm not sure if he appreciated the doctor who reference or was just confused
Me, him and the recently stolen carpet walked down the road and into the strip club. We had to check the carpet with our coats, it didn't mind missing out too much, later the door guy at Subway held carpet during late night sandwich selection.
He said the pain stops when I get my shit together and stop being a drugged out alcoholic mess. Could have just said no.
It's a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
Hypothetically speaking, when I get a sugar glider would it be frowned upon to bring it Ito classes with me in m pocket?
He's been pretending to be gay for 3 months in order to get free weed.
Family trip though. I generally don't wheel too much ass with the fam in tow. Despite the fact my parents would be pleased if I did.
Let the record show that I hate your ass.
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