I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
it's one of those mornings where you are proud of yourself just for waking up.
I could give you a full detailed description of 75% of the penises in that room
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
I was high enough to understand and function with 'flip' while playing brick breaker
Damn. I don't think I could ever be that high.
I saw him coke blaxckout on the subway at 9 this morning yelling at people callig himself the gatekeeper.
Other than a hickey from some random Canadian roller derby girl, I came out unscathed
I feel like I should throw some tampons around my workspace so everyone will know what's really going on
Did we smoke in a portapotty last night? And if so, do you think the brown stuff covering my body is actually dirt?
Went to put my shoe on and asked myself why I left a sock in it. I didn't. Needless to say I found our used condom.
i gotta stop hooking up with people just to get to their dogs
This is not a drill. I need a cape. And a tuxedo. Simultaneously. Repeat. NOT. A. DRILL....
I need water and some morals
how soon in a friendship can you start calling them a motherfucker
You don't understand. This boy has the Mona Lisa of cocks.
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