If I don't come home tonight, I've died in a pile of gay.
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
Is it really that bad? I heard it was like pooping. I like pooping.
He keeps trying to sell me the forks from his kitchen drawer
I guess on the plus side everyone really, really enjoyed my nipple clamps
he ruins everything I try to do including his roommates
dude, I feel like I need to get my gf's roommate a gift. something that says, sorry you walked in on me getting blown. suggestions?
no one could get around him on the stairs cause he surrounded himself with all the empties he could find, he said he was building a fort. then he passed out on them.
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
I was paranoid that someone would jizz in my hair while I had the cucumbers over my eyes. Super-High Spa Day didnt work out.
I forgot how easy it is to have sex in public when you're wearing a dress. Thank you global warming.
just really comprehended the fact that I'm getting high at the same place I used to play as a child. the nostalgia and thc is mixing together in one, intense wave. WHO HAVE I BECOME
No. Not going out tonight. No. It's Tuesday. Xanax and Full House Tuesday.
2016 is coming through for me, I'm renaming it the year of great dick
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