Wow, you were right... Weed does start conversations
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I walked into his room and he was naked with a half eaten pecan pie and a bottle of wine.
They just called to see if he wanted to come in at 2am for overtime. He's trashed. He literally carried on a 10 minute convo with his boss about woodchucks. As in the animal
You said "sustain yourself" quietly over and over as you fed joeys hamster cashews. Acid you is a trip
I'm just over here all sober hanging with two high people talking about how they're "free-spirited stallions."
We were so hungover we fell asleep in Goodyear waiting for them to fix her car. At 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday. The workers apparently didnt want to vacuum because they didn't want to wake us.
I think I ingested my vampire fangs last night.
I just wish he'd leave so I can vomit in peace.
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
Saw your dad at the bar last night... And again this morning when he left. Told you not to mess with me bitch.
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
they gave me money. the money smells like weed. also they gave me weed
Is it bad that I'm not at all bothered by the fact that to some people I'm simply known as the girl that takes her shirt off?
If you fucking touch my phone and text people, drunk or sober, ever again, i will shove a swizle stick up your pee hole.
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