no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
I think my hot accountant is wearing banana republic. I miss the days when that ='ed gay. Signals are so confusing now.
if only i could text you this smell
four days late. damn you, makeup sex. you win again.
This guy just came in and told me how he bought a clock for his cat so his cat can know when he's coming home...
Just made a drug deal by throwing my money to my dealers window and receiving weed the same way. We are the definition of typical lazy stoners.
Yes i believe i did use that word. It culminated in a man wearing a corset thigh highs and stripper shoes. All mine btw.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
the pic of her and her boyfriend fell off the wall as we were fucking.
Man when i saw they were the only ones hard core grinding to the Cha Cha slide against the wall, I knew they were gonna have sex tonight.
He sent me a pic of his Junk. He said it was a Brett Farve valentine.
she was puking red wine out the car window, telling me about how shes joining weight watchers tomorrow, not okay.
We poured some Korbel out for our homie Dick Clark.
Immediately after I scarfed down an Applebee's appetizer trio for lunch, my boss sent me on an hour long road trip to pick up some parts. Great. I can't wait to shit my pants on US-31 South.
Smoked a joint with mom, best Thanksgiving ever!
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