Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
Sorry I never got back to you. I got high. I know it sounds like a commercial or something... but its true
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
you kept spraying the cat with water and then telling it to "man up" when it cried
you asked a group of latinas stood by the bar to hold a minutes silence for ugly betty getting cancelled. that drunk.
The pick up line I used was "Grab my sack, you'll be back." Then I winked at her.
You know, be my cock's hype man.
She just rubbed her face all over pool chalk. I feel like it's time to go
I gave him head while he watched NASCAR. My future flashed before my eyes.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
I seriously think I got run over last night.. My sides are bruised and I got a ride home in the limo from the office.
These kids are nice. Shrooms make everything so nice.
I was cracking open beer cans, throwing them off the roof, and yelling "FRAG OUT!"
How the hell could he be confused. He had a naked girl running to him. I feel like he would enjoy that.
Observations from Vegas: #1. Strippers pasties pose a choking hazard. #2. Best. Heimlich. Ever.
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