Wow, you were right... Weed does start conversations
I'm passing your future prison.
I'm drunk enough to talk Barbara Walters outta her panties
we saw a llama on the side of the road. That's when we knew everything was going to be alright.
You are going to be so proud of me, I'm wearing underwear AND tights. That's two layers more than usual between my vagina and the world.
New discovery: pineapple flavored vodka. Life made, liver in jeopardy. Graduation t-minus 50 minutes.
Do you have any pictures of me mounting animals that aren't on Facebook?
your body is your temple. do you really want a bunch of dicks in your temple?
Well. I hope my dad likes whatever sweater stoned me picks out.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
i'm 99% sure they had an orgy while i was passed out
Stop talking and go back to bed. You're in the kitchen in your underwear and slept in your car.
But at least i made friends with the nice lesbian cop. She knew i was her kind when she had to confiscate my rainbow/pride rolling papers.
Dude, he turned on “London Bridge” by Fergie and GAVE ME A LAP DANCE.
Pooping in a box is not fun. You're not a cat.
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