Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
Dude just fell down the stars trying to leave class early, the prof just looks down at him and says"thats what you get"
dude. we need more in our fridge then just beer and applesauce.
I wouldn't take my shot so you poured it on my face. Twice.
Im only slightly posetive that left over guacamole and wine are unacceptable for breakfast at 6.30 am
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
by 11 am we'd already been drunk twice. how much lower can you go?
We found him sitting in a beach chair in the basement storage room passed out. Idk if we should move him or pass the bowl around.
Where are you?! I require drunk, males and possibly crying. Vomiting is optional and/or optimal as is karaoke.
Just to prove a point, she called and ordered a pizza 10 min before she ordered the blow and it still got here first. I may never leave LA.
I told you!!! And that is why he's the drug dealer to the stars.
She looks like she smells of sausage, sunblock and sorrow.
just peed on my shirt somehow, im calling it a day
he wears New Balance sneakers on a regular basis, did you really expect the sex to be more than decent?
HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS BEERS.
YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE.
can we for just one second remember that I played with a homeless man's rat at st marks?
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