It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
After the VIP Latina experience at the strip club last night, I am rooting for Mexico in this years World Cup.
he aimed his bare ass at the sparkler, farted, and it really did work...i love 4th of july anal fire works
she was eating donuts out of the garbage. enough said.
I'm considering failing out of my last semester of college just so I can keep fucking him.
I'm laying here in fetal position. I feel like a traffic cone
I just hit the bong during the whole bday song then blew the candles out with my exhale.
Just call Katie. She's like the drunk whisperer; she can get them to do anything.
Well after last night I am convinced he is real life Tyler Durden. He only exists to me and somehow keeps me out of jail this entire time
I don't know what to think. Also, I decided to take a bath...sorry in advance if I flood the bathroom.
Mom got high last night and started crying because she feels bad for Paula Deen. This is my family.
Today, my weed came in a pokéball. I officially love my dealer.
I tried to have sex on someone's sisters horse last night
Ive never seen a drunk man get suplexed before last week, now its the standard requirement every time we go out.
I'm not drinking for the rest of the week. I need discipline, celery, dick, and a bible.
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