a guy in a toll booth on I-90 told me to fuck off for not being a red sox fan. i am going to miss massachusetts very much.
i'm so high that for the last 10 minutes i pretened my sock was a mouse, and played with it like it was legit.
those are the first brownies ive had since i was 13 that didnt have weed in them.
Eating doritas dunked in queso con salas. Salllas. Salska. Salsa. Got it. Shhiitt. Salsa con queso. That's better. I'm hot pink socks.
The one from last night got me a whole floor of Eskimo Brothers. There was a celebration of high fiving as I left
you just kept bragging about how there was a "pretty large" chance that you had pooped on the same toilet as George Clooney
Sorry, not ignoring you.. We broke open the other piñata left from cinco de mayo and it was filled with condoms, mini booze bottles, and those little party horn things you blow into. You'll forgive me when we're fucking for days with all these free condoms.
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
I don't understand how these people can do extreme gymnastics and I have problems walking up the stairs.
I think the guy I was trying to dance with was an undercover cop...
it wasn't a total waste of time; I mean how often do you get to play scotch pong?
.....fair enough
I'm 99% sure the Indians were high for thanksgiving and we should respect that by getting high too
I'm sorry that running around town like a frenetic wombat trying to find you KY jelly isn't good enough for you.
He walked in wearing nothing but a WWF belt and yelled "THE CHAMP... IS... HEEERE!!!"
Please come to class. I miss you and I have a horse mask
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