You surviving the open bar?
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I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
That drug basically just makes anything that's in your mouth awesome
FOUR LOKO IS YES. SUNDAY MORNING DRUNK IS YES.
I'm not holding out much hope. She met me in a nighclub when I was arguing with the cigarette machine
I cannot start working out. If I start to look better, I'll ruin ugly women's chances forever. So, really...I'm doing them a favor...think about it.
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
That bitch makes my crazy look like a walk in the park with cotton candy
Sign she's a keeper: "I would rather be late to brunch than waste a perfectly good boner."
So on a scale of 1 to Friendship-Over, how mad would you be if a rando I brought home sharted on the shag carpet in the living room?
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
It's the warm chocolate goeyness of a brownie combined with the heavenly taste of weed-smell... Why have I never done this before?
I just have to point out that once I typed "fa" my phone filled in "fatass"
Did you mark a random day on my calendar as National Seth Day?
Sounds like a legit day to me.
Your Saturday night was spent at the opera, mine was spent exchanging naked pics with a hot middle aged man that is so ripped that he looks like he's photoshopped. This is why we're blood sisters. We balance each other out.
I hate you so hard.
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