I'm gonna keep this simple. I threw up in your pillow case. Sorry.
If my nicknames are based on what I throw up, you can call me Jimmy Johns
Dude, she looked like the Canadian Slam Poet, neck hair and all.
I still havent given him the valentines day card i got him. I feel like just writting...."sorry for the horrible blow job i gave u last night." and just giving it to him.
The glockenspiel player has some booze though so hopefully the ride won't be that bad
His "hunger Strike for change" lasted 4 days. Hi welcome to my coke binge last weekend....not impressed
It was cool in an 'oh shit I'm gonna get arrested' way.
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
If I'm going to risk life and limb to wear a Wings jersey to the Garden next week, the least they can do is win.
And the most would be ending up in bed with one of them.
He told me if he passed out to wake him by sitting on his face, and if he suffocated at least he would die happy. Found the one.
the quiet that you are hearing is a silent suggestion that you should go fuck yourself
I no longer need a flask. I need a canteen.
you stood in front of the mirror for 20 minutes and finally said, "he can hear everything i'm saying inside my head. we need to leave." now try and tell me there is no such thing as too high.
I think I gotta smoke less weed, I'm getting to lazy to fuck my girlfriend
This whole brainwashing thing is easy!
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