Is it bad that everytime I read or hear "Woo Hoo" I immediately think of sex because of The Sims?
We made a percocet pizza. And then i made an unfortunate decision.
easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do.
One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won't be me. I'm drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.
My drug dealer is making me hot tea during the snowstorm...I'm a fan.
There's a man in a pumpkin/reaper outfit advertising a new head shop outside the Taco Bell. I love this town.
He just kept repeating "not with an octopus" over and over for hours. Soooooo Porn Dare was a succes.
When you're looking for your panties tomorrow, you traded them for a blunt on the train.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
The chances of me making out with someone next weekend are about the same as me not remembering it.
all his sexual metaphors involve condiments, should I worry?
At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if he laughs at all of our attempts to keep him sober.
There should be a guide book that probation officers hand out on "how to tell a tinder girl about your ankle monitor before she notices it at the worst possible moment"
He tried to grab your ass, but he grabbed my hand cause I grabbed your ass first. I saved your ass..literally. Your welcome.
You and your dick were a topic of high regard tonight
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