it's like i can feel the ghost of his dick still inside me
Kill yourself wednesday started off with a bang, and im pretty sure im still drunk from tequila tuesday.
Between the plague n the counterfeit drugs we brought back from mexico I'm not thinking too highly of their country right now. Screw mexican homeless men.
I loved your drunken rendition of "I wanna dance with somebody" that you left on my voicemail last night.
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
I thought 4 percs were too many but I'm dumping Gogurt on apple pie and taking giant bong rips. This feels right.
That kid i sell weed to just had his mom give him a ride over here she waited in the car while he bought a bag
Brunch got away from me. I might be a little high.
Apparently mr clean magic erasers don't clean blood off the ceiling
how do you casually eat pancakes with someone after they send you an unsolicited dick pic?
you don't. it's the point of no return for pancake enjoyment.
I'll have to start mass sending dong pics to get the recognition I deserve
I don't know what the bubonic plague feels like- but I'm gonna guess its something like this.
Also, I don't know if it's the drugs I'm on or not, but I truly believe I was hypnotized last night listening to an audio book.
She had a baby Jesus butt plug
The man at the checkout said "Somebody's not fucking around".
It's gonna be a good night
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