There is something about drinking on a golf course and getting with younger women that just really makes me feel at home.
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
Actions speak louder than pants.
my night ended with a pity blow in a racecar bed
So last night I taught an old homeless dude to respond to "Blue" so I could shout your my boy Blue at the party
There was a point where you were singing "Friends in Low Places" to yourself while Juicy J was playing so I got worried.
That's a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.
I've washed my hands three times and it still smells like Astroglide.
My desire to pee is a lot higher than my need to be buzzed right now.
He came home at 2 AM on roller skates with his hair dyed pink while singing "Sweet Transvestite" and throwing glitter on all of us and everything we own. We had to call a cleaning guy.
I was so high I could TASTE the fillings in my teeth
Did I turn a man straight...??
Yes!
She tried to fuck me right at the bar in front of everyone. She actually got my pants unzipped before I realized what was going on.
The car smells like weed is an understatement.
Its safe now. But... Nobody should sleep on my bed tonight.
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