Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
literally the only thing you kept saying was "i wish i had a beer keg vending machine that accepted hugs as payment" and everytime you said it you rubbed the urn her grandmother's remains were in
The ice cream man just told me to use protection.
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
I took 36 pictures of my lava lamp. your weed wins.
You know you're hung-over when you're smoking and have the strong urge to eat the cigarette. No more buckets of gin. No. More. Ever.
I like to play this game where I try to reach orgasm before my bathtub overflows....lost tonight.
You told the entire smokers deck that you were blowing .08 now and anyone else willing later
You just referred to a pillow with a stolen bra strapped to it as "she". Let that sink in for a minute.
He even wore it to bed. What the hell. He's too excited about that goddamn costume.
We joked about how funny it would be if he got pulled over with 300 breakfast burritos in hus car. We walk outside of the school just as the police lights turn on and pull him over
I just did a shot of Jameson and two shots of cuervo. Note: this is the moment things went down hill
Are we gonna talk about that cunnilingus snap
I feel like there's def a learning curve to the sex swing
I should probably eat a Plan B. Pill for breakfast. Happy Halloween.
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