Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odor wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
the dr. explained that the first big patch is called a herald patch since it's biggest. So his name is Harold the Patch.
Wow. You named your rash.
letting you know, as a good neighbor, that when your windows open and your shade is up we can hear and see you dancing naked to money maker... nice boobs
oh i have no idea about his personality. i imagine it's the same as it was- except now combined with a receding hairline and a beer gut
I thought I would take a shower to wake me up but now I'm naked wet and stoned laying on my bed instead of just stoned laying on my bed
Hey thanks again for rolling me that blunt necklace. It was amazing.
I just watched dragonflies fucking. You can't match that level of geek.
Our neighbors just passed us a blunt from their deck, and are hooking us up.
I just baked them cookies. We're friends now.
The fact that he just came out makes his Lent commitment to give up gay sex so much more meaningful now.
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
I've fucked him twice and literally had no idea that he's missing a thumb
My hand smells like rave and peanut butter.
He wants another date...I mean he's cute, but I just am not ready to give up my glamorous single-girl lifestyle here.
you mean the one where you drink out of the carton and don't wear pants?
Yeah, and pee with the door open. It's the little things.
We drove through Taco-Bell on our way to the ER
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