so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
In an effort to go green, I just used rainwater to fill my bong.
Outside the community dumpsters: beer bottles and a carton of orange juice. Looks like we were here.
I made a mac n' cheesicle. Better in my head than in real life. Gonna keep smoking to see if it gets better.
YouTube is recomending me a video on how to make a home made meth bong, what has my life come to?
And your hair- I'd make sure to pee on it first.
You do realize I got a panda tattooed on my ass just to get you laid, right?
So here i am dipping ice cream in my vodka and watching the bad girls club on demand. This is not ok
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
It's not even like I care. He was cute 30lbs ago and before he fucked that Michael Jackson look alike.
Apparently I used ziplock bags to smuggle my drink out with. By pouring it in one, then cut the corner like it was an icing bag later that night. What is wrong with me?
This guy just asked me to stab his arm with my keys to make sure he wasn't dying.
so exactly what is concert sex etiquette? Before, during or after???
all of the above
You know, having a conversation evolve from attractive men to roommate orgies would be weird with anyone else, but you get me.
I need a job that does not involve working with people who wear animal costumes when they get fucked.
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