dude i feel like shit
well u did eat a lot of play-doh
I'm trapped in whichever ring of hell is populated by inbred yokels and type 2 diabetes.
just got off the metro to throw up and got back on like it ain't no thang
really making moves this morning i see
I haven't had nearly enough lesbian experiences to fully commit to this relationship.
Apparently I texted my high school english teacher asking her to tell me what logical fallacies she taught us three years ago.
he threw up in a solo cup, then washed it out and used it to play flip cup. Im not sure if thats resourceful or disgusting.
I have no idea. But I feel like I could climb a mountain and then have sex on it.
Well its official, I'm into significantly freakier sex than even I thought possible.
I think the worst part about being a real adult is 1)having a high stress job that makes me want to get stoned 2)paying for reefer using my own money 3)realizing my boyfriends children probably have more weed connections than I do anymore
Well I just found a coupon for cheese in the bathroom so I've got that going for me
I hope. Last year I got lost in New Orleans and some guy named Cookie walked me home while I cried.
The bottle brush for the bong worked really well to clean the brownies out of the waffle maker.
i got drunk and started dancing with the plant because you were out of town
And, by “make you dinner” I mean “have lots of sex and multiple orgasms.” So you should probably eat something and before you come over
And hydrate too
JUST BECAUSE I ANSWER THE DOOR NAKED CARRYING A BOTTLE OF RUM DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN STARE NEIGHBORS.
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