It's like a parade of train wrecks.
so I just asked a Chinese man and found out our tattoos actually mean vagina...
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
i hope this doesn't spoil anything but there are vikings and it is awesome
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
we have what I like to call an assload of ramen noodles
You went full blown lifeguard... You wouldn't let me sleep until I was in the safety position, so I wouldn't die in my sleep...
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
All he did was like my Instagram picture and I'm already planning how to turn down sex with him this weekend...
I don't question myself. That's what I have you for.
I'm honored.
Do I need to call and sing lullabies? Because that's creepy, but I'm a really good friend.
like, by the end of my shift people were asking if I'd sobered up enough to take a drink order yet. that bad.
There are condoms rolled onto each bunny ear of the ears I was wearing last night
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