sometime during the course of last night, i decided to get donuts for this morning. i'm a fucking genius when i smoke.
fine then we can just have courtesy sex i definetly won't like it
Don't worry about it. I've taken so much Plan B, my uterus is purely for show now.
He was streaking. We were hammered. We had roman candles. It only made sense to shoot them at him.
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
That's what you get for fucking someone nicknamed "wiggle worm"
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
The polaroid of me taking a test-tube of Jegar out of the gay guys mouth pretty much explains my trip to Spain.
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
It's a good cause. For your vagina.
Shit dude that sort of wholesale destruction can't just be done at the drop of a hat
Do you think it's safe to mix miralax with a tequila sunrise?
You both sound like you need to get shit faced, fight it out, and have makeup sex.
I worked all year for this tax return. I deserve to get my nipples pierced.
Why do I know about what dicks have been in your mouth but didn't know you had a dog? What kind of friends are we??
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