The girl I brought home was really impressed with the pile of blow you were doing while watching "Intervention."
Apparently they shut down a cook out cause people were selling drugsout the drive thru. Nice to be home
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
P.S. theres no milk for breakfast, but theres plenty of beer or red wine. you decide.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
It's the first day of summer. It's not a race it's a marathon. Pace yourself
of course not. I do my best teaching on a hungover monday. I did the research. im still okay with the direction in which my life is headed.
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
I vaguely remember taking a yard light, holding it up like the statue of liberty, and all of us at the party chanting the national anthem. What a glorious night
you fail at everything in life besides blacking out
You've got until 8 and then I'm kicking down your door and pouring a beer down your ass via funnel
Can you tell dad to stop liking and sharing porn on FB again?
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
And on the 323rd day without sex, God finally said let there be light...or love?
I want to meet people. Preferably ones with penises
Randomize
