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I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
Come see our sink grown plant.
Maybe you should go over there and lead him on and reach down his pants like he's about to get some and yank his balls.
That's the best idea I've heard all day.
Woke up with puke in my bed and my pockets full of Tootsie Rolls.
Jealous.
Dude. I have been looking at your movie history on netflix and it is like looking at the rings of a tree. Only instead of telling me how old you are, it tells me when you were stoned.
It was either a cute kinda butch tomgirl or a really fem guy. Either way, I made out with it. Bisexuality, my best friend.
I'm covered in pickle juice. Why do you people leave me alone?
All he wants to do is masturbate while I sit there with my big toe up his ass that is not even the worst part of it.
At the time, making out with dudes for keg money seemed like a genius idea. Now I realize it was borderline prostitution.
I'm not sending you pictures to jack off to. That's not what friends do
I had to physically pry the rocks out of your hands so you wouldn't throw them at the guy with the cowboy hat. You probably would've missed anyways.
Thanks for the cold. I shartted and sat through a whole soccer game. James made 3 scores.
I just want to know how she convinced 6 sober ROTC guys to have an ab contest on a street corner at 2 in the morning.
I can't be here...my therapist just watched me take tequila shots
Welcome to stoned Saturday. Full of laser tag and beyonce and awesome
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