no. you can't hotbox the world.
Dude you called me last night to let me listen to you piss in a cup and drink it. Just making sure you survived
i used baking grease as lip gloss
He's trying to kill me, one liver cell at a time. It's going to be a slow, but awesome death
Sitting here wishing there were men in my life.
me too. too bad ive decided to fill that hole with cookie dough, closing the door to future men one fat cell at a time.
His dick was poking my bladder. That big...
at roughly 3:30am you called me saying you were gonna start a big game of strip twister in politics class and i was your partner.
I saw him coke blaxckout on the subway at 9 this morning yelling at people callig himself the gatekeeper.
I've slowly been stuffing french fries down his pants. I'm at 31 and he hasn't even noticed.
someone made her a trophy at 4 in the morning and presented it to her in the bathtub
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
I've got my wine, though it wasnt very good so I threw a sour patch kid in it
I can't wait till we are old and wrinkly and I can turn to you and ask, "Remember when you Rick Jamesed the shit out of that couch??"
Tried to make hash outta one of those keurig machines. I don't know why. Maybe the drunkenness, but now I have mushy bud and no ganja
FYI, his "son" is a Chihuahua.
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