My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
i learned a valuable lesson last night. sometimes nice girls finish first. twice.
Sorry about your blender, your tiolet, your weed, and your dog...
I'm eager to hear this explaination.
i can barely draw a stick figure let alone shave a heart into my pubes
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
I got to the party and found your shoes in a bag of Funyuns. You weren't even there.
Idk. It's not appealing to me. Like don't get me wrong, I love ur dick A LOT but I don't want to stare at it on an iPhone screen
Are you doing trivia tonite? Also sorry I peed on you.
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
Just participated in the saddest thing: Cheetos. Handjob. I have lost at life
I spent most of the stoned conversation with my dad proving to him that the Newfoundland is an actual dog and NOT a Snuffaluffagus-esque figment of my stoned imagination, while laughing over the fact there is actually a place caller Dildo, Canada. Have YOU taken time to be a good dad today?
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
I have rug burns on my nipples. Thanks for being an awesome wing girl.
Don't care if they even pay me; I lifeguard for the fringe benefits -- free tourist vagina in the Hilton jacuzzi every single night
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
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