Umm I'm too high to move.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
I know now the amount of smoke it takes to set off the fire alarm....no longer worried about using the bong...not even close
Gees I domt know what your deal was. You kept looking at Nick and shaking your head frantically and doing a weird motion with your hands
Tgat was the small dick alert
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
I just threw up in my front yard because my roommate was in the bathroom. Fuck New Years Day.
If I'm going to risk life and limb to wear a Wings jersey to the Garden next week, the least they can do is win.
And the most would be ending up in bed with one of them.
u kept repeating to itself "hot cheetos and nacho cheese sauce.."
UPDATE: IM NOT A TEEN MOM LETS GO PARTY
My Dicks been hard all day. Poor guy isn't used to vacation being over
The ecstacy made me so dehydrated I started licking condensation off car windows
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
Did you know that chef boy-ar-dee was a real person? I watched a show about him. the history of the ravioli is more scandalous than you would think.
i literally have the attention span of a weasel on steroids, but yeah, i know who you’re talking about.
I woke up handcuffed to a bed wearing nothing but an army belt. Does this count as thanking our country?
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