you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
The stoners next door have their couch on the sidewalk again, shirtless, soaking their feet in a baby pool and listening to loud ukulele music. I want their life.
THEY HAVE A VOMIT TROUGH.
What?
A TROUGH FOR VOMIT.
The google font looked peculiar last night, but then up close I realized it was just dry vomit.
Also there's a dick sized hole in my tights...should I be worried?
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
Just watched a guy puke off his bike. Beyond impressed. He didn't even swerve
You should never talk to him again. Unless its you knocking on the door and punching his dick.
She just lifted up her dress, screamed "This is gonna be a good one!" And pissed on the pole...
MY MOM IS GOING TO SMOKE WITH ME.
SHE'S GOING TO SMOKE HIGH QUALITY MARIJUANA WITH ME.
so serious though like its almost like I'm playing a game that's my life and Im always losing
Dude, I traded weed for crunch berries. Happy Thursday.
I just went to add a song I had never heard before to my "high as fuck" playlist and it was already there.
Dignity. Ruined. Must. Smoke. Weed.
right after that u started calling me g-force and started trying to bellyslide down his drive way
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