I've decided through careful research we can out drink any country folk.
The highlight of my Saturday night was singing along to the sound of music alone in my room.
He passed out so we kept throwing water on him, he got excited and asked if we were at the wave pool.
I may be in pain from falling off the roof but getting to the morning roof keg was well worth it.
I already wrote the apology to my liver. He knows whats up
I left my pipe in my center console with a bowl packed when I took my car to the shop, and when I picked it up the weed had been smoked, but my oil change was only half price.
You burned the hair off your arms. Again.
It grows back stronger each time.
It's definitively the wine. Every time I can drink and work I feel like I win at the game of life.
I think the saddest part about my sex life is that most of it is pity sex.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
I think I sold my soul to a dominatrix last night.
He can kiss the multicultural 3 some goodbye
He once bought a dildo and put fifty dollars and a happy anniversary note in the battery compartment I gotta lock him down while hes available
You start to question your morals when you wake up at 430 and there's three people naked...that you don't no
Something in me snapped and now I’m just googling famous vegans.
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