you texted me last night and told me you couldn't find the toilet.
That explains the puddle of pee in my closet.
i feel like an archaelogyst. im pulling apart last weeks brownies to find the weed in them
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
your love of good penises attached to ugly faces is disgusting and slightly disturbing.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
Please acknowledge the sock on the door. If not it will be rammed up your ass.
I don't even know man. I was to busy having beer showered on me and grabbing some balls
Just when I thought he had turned a new leaf, I see a "Let me get you pregnant" shirt in his closet
He's not messing around tonight. 4 fist pumps.
I threw up off of your balcony and it must have been loud because the dog downstairs went insane.
Apparently I was having great conversation with this 48 year old on grindr & he was concerned as to how I was getting home.
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
I'm looking for whatever I can find, and afford without having to eat my emotional support cat
i mean ive seen your left buttcheek how much more bro can this get
When you're as high as I am right now brushing your teeth is both magical and fucking terrifying
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