Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
I know im too high when i think porn has an interesting story line.
That glade motion activator thing keeps going off every time we pass the bong. I don't know what I'm getting high off right now.
Oh, and my friends believe you should reimburse me for the brazilian that was gone to waste.
I had to write an apology letter to security guards in the hotel so I didnt get kicked out
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
I'm slightly possesive over the gucamole when i'm stoned.
Is that why you left peanut shells in my bed?
my revenge plans when i'm high are never as good as i think they are
Crying in the liquor store is not a good look
You are the alcoholic guardian angel of raccoons
I feel like I was eaten by a coyote, then shit over a cliff...
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
On the flip side Weston asked if he could move me to Wisconsin to be his "moto hoe" which is actually a thing apparently
I just want somewhere where I can sit down, without changing my clothes, that will serve me breakfast food and booze. Is that too much to ask?
Just bought condoms with a walmart gift card. Thanks grandma.
One day I'm going to get tired of waking up and wondering where the glow sticks on the floor came from.
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