My bra smells like weed because there's weed in my bra
the line at the liquor store is out the door, and students in line are high-fiving like crazy...i love college snow days
theyre selling pepper spray in the courtyard. hellooo atl
I cant wait for your democrat phase to be over.
stopped you just in time from sledding down the roof.
Using that mug my little cousin painted for me as an ashtray for my weed...at least next time he asks me if I'm using it I can say yes
still using moms red Christmas cookie plate she sent to cut lines on. not sure I can return with a clear conscious
I can feel your movements against the shared wall we are leaning up against. It makes me feel as though we are one. Queue Pocahontas song...
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
He's a psychology major, so instead of becoming a stripper, I'm just working out my daddy issues with him. And his cock. And spankings.
They're much more educational now btw. Don't judge.
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
Note to Self: Never again eat a weed brownie by yourself two hours before a tornado warning in your exact location.
I love you but this is the first Saturday I have ever spent at the police station. And where are my boxers?
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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