I saw his package. It spoke to me.
You kept buying everyone Washington apple shots, and telling us we needed to support local produce.
Your my favorite hello and hardest goodbye.
And I especially mean that last part, half the time you pass out somewhere and it is impossible to get you to leave.
He could tell i had a fever by feeling my tits. He gets docter of the year.
Just a heads up, the coffee pot is filled with Jager.
We are not buying weed off a guy from the internet.
They just asked a fat guy to move to the other side of the plane. Send me a pic of your tits incase we crash
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
There's a middle eastern man wearing a cow costume with tequila coming out of his udders, but I'm not sober enough to feel uncomfortable with it.
When I don't want to forget things I put them on my cigs.
C smoking isn't all bad
I came in and she was laying on the ground just stoking it saying "the floor is where our feet step"
Its mothers day, andI woke up with 12 bar stamps on my face, holding orange juice and a box of tampons. This can not be happening
It's like weed even makes my glasses better. Everything is so bright and clear and beautiful!
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
I want you to worship my cock.
That's not how you start a conversation.
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