cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
I have now hooked up with 8 of the Apostles. I have no idea where I'm going to find a guy named Bartholomew.
Typical Sunday afternoon purchase of condoms and a helium tank.
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
I like to keep a steady black out going for the holidays. I feel it makes me less cynical
THIS IS THE EMERGENCY BOOZE SYSTEM. I AM EN ROUTE TO DEWITT WITH A FIFTH OF TEQUILA. THIS IS NOT A TEST
You said you'd make me a thank you card for taking care of your drunk ass. I'll be expecting that monday.
He is full of southern hospitality and I want to be full of him.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
The sex was so good I feel like I could run a triathlon, hit big at the casino, and defeat ISIS.
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
Is there a hallmark card for "could you please slide the FUCK out of my DMs"....?
I can't wait to see you & have espresso-fueled sex
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