I'm eating all of the evidence.
everyone has their kryptonite. mine just happens to be 18 year old blonde girls.
So someone hacked my email and facebook and posted a boob pic I took a few years ago as my profile picture. I feel like an MTV commercial.
You just kept screaming "You are no House!!!" at the ER doc trying to stitch your head
I hope the doctor doesnt lift up and my shirt and listen to my lungs. I dont want to explain why I have rug burns on my back.
I'm pretty sure we got the cab driver deported
i dont care how hungover you are, go back to the frat house and get him. HE IS 11.
Women are fucking wierd. I have forgotten this. Divorce papers should come with a handbook.
Please high five our old drug dealer for me please.
You could make a naked club. One member, you. One president, you.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
He pointed at me, then leaned in and said "shes the best at blow jobs" then chris fist pumped him and said "dude, I know"
I was just tongue fucked into oblivion.
Im drinking a CAN of bud light at the bar. Do you really think I care anymore?
I feel like you should store your weed in something that suits your personality. For example mines in a hollowed out disney princess book.
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