Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
I woke up covered in BBQ sauce. My hand had "you win" written on it. Do I celebrate?
walkin around the woods blazed, drawing pictures of trees and plants, i get a grade for this
so i say "rick dont build that sandcastle" and he "says ok i wont" then i wake up and its sandcastle fucking city all over my apartment
You tried to get me to kick my booty call out at 3am by tempting me with a trip to ihop
Just talked to Laura, confirming that is my bra. Hope it goes well with the rest of your wall decorations.
I'm proud of you, you were pretty classy last night, you didn't puke AND you didn't take off your shirt, except for those two times in the corner.
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
I just wanna get drunk in a castle. Is that so much to ask?
2015 is a year for health and mental stability and alas we are not yet there so yolo
I made a half way decent playlist
Im gonna call it "hanging myself"
Howd it go?
Well we had the "no we're not fucking on the porch" conversation but then we totally fucked on the porch. So I'd say alright.
I'll be wearing lingerie and holding a bottle of bourbon so pick up whatever food you think goes with that
Then it hit me - his penis wasn't a shiny new toy anymore and I wanted a new one.
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