508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
i can totally tell he's high. he's having a conversation with my dog.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
she just convinced the cop to buy us ice-cream sandwiches. best/worst stoned experience ever.
We left your bucket of puke on your doorstep to clean out yourself. You're welcome.
Seriously, come get him. He's not even a person anymore. He's a loud, drunk, cock-blocking wrecking ball.
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
You carried me up the stairs after I told you not to. And what did you tell me? "Let me test my strengths."
New hot neighbor boys moving in across from us...So i did the logical thing and bought two 30 packs up the hill and walked right by em. Consider the line hooked and ready to reel.
The cleaning lady even cleaned my bong. I'm scared to open my sex toy drawer and see if and how she organized it
I'm so high that I'm intently watching my neighbor move his car back and forth in order to put his motorcycle in the garage, and getting irritated that it seems so complicated.
Also he said my vagina was sculpted by gods so there must be some feelings here.
what do you mean i can't make cookies with a blow dryer? challenge accepted.
No ive been in the mountains getting high and baking cookies with a 4 year old
I woke up naked and you weren't here. What a relief.
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