your room smells of hookers.
And success
Well to be completely honest its more of a 'i wanna do things to you that your parents would not enjoy hearing about' mood
I am at the point in my high where i now know/understand chinese.
Her name starts with A and ends with whore.
Girl passed out in class and vomited. Another victim of syllabus week
Remember when you tried to pay that stripper to cry on stage?
let's see, i ended up walking for an hour towards a macdonalds that didnt exist, sprinted full tilt into a powerline, and left a 30 dollar tip to a waitress at dennys we made friends with. I REGRET NOTHING
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
I have come to the conclusion that my perfect boyfriend is a cardboard cutout of Link with a dildo attatched. Also, Merry Christmas.
Did you catch one of my beer pong balls in your cleavage or was that a dream?
I don't care who you bring as long as they are fun and not a cop
You can be responsible and still be on that ho life
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
The neighbors ahemed the WHOLE time. Their kids are the ones that scream loud enough for me to remember my birth control. It's payback!
I am a taco. I am also really high.
I've always seen you more as a chimichanga.
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