a queef is a wish your heart makes.
Going to eat lunch. Bunch of people in church clothes, and we are hungover, wearing pajamas, and in real danger of puking on the floor. We're about to destroy the ambience of this joint.
Was just practicing flip cup with my NyQuil cup...
As per my father's affair, married men are no longer off limits.
I should start riding the bus again so I can drink all day
I really have to stop waking up in hot tubs on Friday mornings.
I cant feel my face. Like I dont even know if I have one. I wish I had a helmet
So I've decided to grow a vagina forest. Because I'm single and it's like a zen garden. Brings a new meaning to long hair don't care.
I just watched how this is made for an hour because I was tooo high to remember what they were making. it was like a prize at the end.
I walked by the two of them and mouthed "fuck me" based on there reaction I think they just came in their pants
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
You drink too much. You cuss too much. You have questionable morals. You're everything I've ever wanted in a friend.
I love that my family celebrates every holiday with a joint. Chanukah? Mazel-juana! Easter? What's more spring than the color green? Election day? What better way to celebrate democracy in action than medical pot?
But the problem is you celebrate with your heart but I celebrate with my liver
Where is everybody?
It's pretty much split between the strip club and jail.
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