This is your Morning Wood Report: I have it.
you kept wiggling your finger at everybody at the party telling us this is how he fingered me. you seemed pretty upset about it.
and she was petting her beer can
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
Found her laying down in a booth in iHop. She's a keeper.
Just opened a beer with eyelash curlers... miss you.
I have a busted ear drum from when he honked his horn when we started to have sex on his car in the parking lot...
It is 9pm, let the ass parade to the bars begin
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
Thank you for FINALLY joining the Slutasorus Rex club in this conversation.
A man in a black on black escalade pulled up next to me, and told me he was sent to pick me up by you.
His name is Tyreece. He will take you to the weed emporium, population me.
Just used the "Buddy" Poppy flower I got from a veteran to clean my one hitter. "I'm proud to be an American"
of course the one day I come to class high we have guest speakers from the police department... Just my luck
Last night I watered my lawn and smoked a joint then cooked a steak. I'm really killing this adulthood thing.
I really love you. Like, more than tequila...& we both know that's my favorite.
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