He measures volume by how much weed he can put in it and surface area by how many people can have sex in it.
protesters in toronto definately have the best pot
It's a big world.....someone has to fuck it.
I give you the lube, you make me the mac and cheese, that's a pretty fair deal I think.
It's like his dick is pushing through his pants and driving him over here.
I'm on a mission. But just to make out with him so his relationship collapses and he is single when I come back in April.
There is a reason for guards on beard trimmers I just clipped a wrinkle on my sack so much blood
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
Also, my phone suggested the phrase “puke in the mailbox" how many times have I had the need to text that to people?
A woman with Alzheimer's pointed at me and said, "Don't forget to wear socks, because you're a lady!" I think it's legit advice.
I smoked all his weed and he hasn't noticed yet. But I might need a place to crash when he does
I wouldn't marry anyone who wouldn't symbolically fuck a doughnut with a sausage though.
And a hot pocket after we fucked. Heaven.
well we started off by chasing vodka with chocolate milk and ended up trying to befriend a crippled raccoon so that should tell you how our night went
I expected my Sunday morning walk of shame dressed as a sexy Dorothy would get some scorn, but nobody seems to even care
That’s because it’s 2020. The slutty costume walk of shame is a refreshing reminder of a time when wearing masks and catching communicable diseases was a right of passage, not everyday for the foreseeable future.
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