I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
so I finished the entire bottle...next thing I know, it's 8 am and I wake up on the fucking beach in the low tide with a family standing about 30 feet from me just staring.
Have you ever wondered what your stripper song would be?
The really sad thing is that I actually practiced crawling in my room yesterday in preparation for today
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
You went to the animal party as a hoodrat. You won the most creative costume contest.
he was like captain planet, but less blue and more nakeed
Dude at the bar last night came into the bathroom, drop kicked the stall open and start saying lines from happy Gilmore as he was shitting, "go in your home! Are you too good for your home?!"
Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
I hope dressing like a sexy, but very grown up and intelligent, secretary while out shopping helps disguise how high I am right now.
Hypothetically - think of it as Schrodinger's blow-job.
Why would you trust me with ANYTHING!!!???
i'm sitting in my room 'bout to smoke a bowl. also, i found out that you don't need a permit to own a tiger in wisconsin, so we're buying one when we move in together.
What can I say, like your penis. The fact that I like the person attached to it helps too
Dad hid the hash somewhere in my room and wont tell me where it is until i clean it. My room is spotless. The hash was on the ceiling fan...
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