the people going to church this morning while i was walking home did not seem as pleased as i was with how many beads i earned last night
Just proof I should've brought the airhorn with me to class.
My night consisted of weed, sex, and Mexican food. In that order. I think we found the keys to saving our marriage.
Bring my gorilla suit and my bong.
Oh its going to be that type of weekend?
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
So my dealer asked me if I wanted to join his circle because we smoked so much this summer he thinks we're dealing
He is sitting on the foor in the soup aisle saying "to each their own soup"
it is shots o' clock and I am never late
I vaguely remember us chasing shots by licking each other's faces last night. Our friendship has reached another level completely.
Yeah she's a complete bitch. But I mostly hate her because she hijacked my fuck buddy.
All my friends are getting into relationships and going through breakups and I'm having Plan Bs and crunch wraps for dinner.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
Stoner thoughts are the only thoughts I want to have now.
im going to smoke a cigarette and reflect on my life choices
ONE DAY CAN WE PLEASE HAVE SECRET SEX. PREFERABLY IN AN ANCIENT PYRAMID BUT I'M NOT OPPOSED TO A 4 STAR HOTEL
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