I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
we dont know what were doing after yet. first up we have 90 beers and a party kit and fun hats.
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
sometimes i wish i was a boob, they get to chill in soft and cuddly little cup things.
josh has a chalupa in his pocket if you're hungry.
There appears to be a lake on my nightstand. As usual, I should not be considered a suspect. Together, we will find out who did this.
I'm on my fifth cocktail in twenty minutes. I don't think I will end this on two legs.
don't say the first was when I crawled under into the dressing room
$200 on plane. $110 on train. $5 per drink on plane. $15 per case on train. Plane 1 hour flight. Train 9 hour excursion. Hmmmmm.
What if we made a bunch of weed butter and then poured the butter into tiny rectangular molds and then chilled it so it was solid again and then wrapped it with the tin foil wrapping from restaurant butter and then left them at restaurants and wreaked utter havoc.
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
Hooker in the library. I repeat, we have a hooker in the library. This is not a drill.
Do you think I'm short enough to dress up in a ghost costume and go trick or treating and have people believe that I'm actually a child?
He said did you just interrupt me midsentence to admire another man's penis?
he answered his phone during sex and left to go help that drama queen with her latest bullshit. I'm drinking all his vodka. it's asshole tax
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