I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
My vagina just recognized that song.
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
Dude. There are selfies on my phone of me, wide-eyed, sucking my pillow. We did NOT split that bag 50/50.
Just to clarify, I'm still tripping balls
On an unrelated note, I've come up with a theory of everything
we need to find a way to be drinking champagne 24/7
Would it be sad if I made a blanket fort to get drunk in till the power came back?
May he have a McRib induced stroke and lose the feeling in his tastebuds.
I was drunk and on Craigslist.. The drunk-text offers people got must have been either horrifying or glorious
WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH A GUY FROM A DIFFERENT COUNTRY YOURE SUPPOSED TO NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN
I just spent the last three days trying to hook up with a dude for his pool privileges
Someone took a shit in the house somewhere and I STILL can't find it. I'm just going to move.
Sex and compliments. The way to my heart
At what point did i decide poptarts, nyquil, and whiskey was a good idea?
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