I'm not going to blow you while you look at fish on the internet.
just put cider in my bong. gotta love fall
We went out. i got lost. dunno where they were. they slept in the car. i slept in an outdoor shower. i dont know anything else.
How's work?
Spinning.
They were actually really boring considering how we met them.
howd you meet them?
They got shit-faced and decided to take a train to a city none of them had ever been to. We found them wandering the ghetto, with a bottle of gin and singing Disney songs.
Your excessive judging is making this uncomfortable
he found cum stains on my sheets and all i could blurt out was "better on the sheets than in me"
when i first looked at you, you weren't wearing any pants. but then i realized you had them around your neck as a cape.
I can't find my underwear or one of my shoes but he baked me cookies for breakfast.
The man who lives downstairs is fluent in Russian, and also a playboy. You should meet.
Hardest I think I've ever had to work for a shack. Whatevs. Still gonna get my way though. I'll start respecting myself on Monday
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
the other day i was so high i found pages and pages of pictures of HD hamburgers and patriotic music. bong rips for merica.
He told me he felt like he was just pistol-whipped by Testicle Man.
I'm very impressed by your ability to explain a story about your fiery snatch solely in emojis. props.
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