11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
Coming down off exstacy at a church event. Resisting the urge to dance to the church hymns.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
almost just walked around my whole building with my bowl in my hand before i remembered 420 isnt a get out of jail free card
I didn't think moms care packages could get better than greygoose, weed & double stuffed oreos, but she just snet me a chocolate bar full of mushrooms.
Do you remember giving me altiods and wishing me good luck on the walk home?
Yeah. she rolled up to the party on a unicycle then peed in the bushes. TA of the year.
Man, only now that I'm single is it painfully obvious that I have zero booty calls in waiting. This could be a cold winter
I need to have some sort of hot sex experience in a mask.
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
You have all semester to unpack your car, quarter jello shots only last until 10.
The cops spotted my on my walk of shame down the boardwalk and gave me a ride home. I'm starting to make a name for myself here.
We share an apartment, weed and genitals. It's called being practical not in love.
She called a 10 year old handsome and we gave her a look that was equal parts confused and “what the hell is wrong with you”
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