Not me. I think "beastiality" sounds pretty classy.
I just found three unopened cans of PBR behind our futon that I think I was saving for winter.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
I kept feeling my boobs..just to make sure they were still there.
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
you threw up into the pocket of your shirt. which was pretty damn polite
I can't let him end my perfect streak. HE USED TO BE FAT
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
I just love it. It's warm and soft and the rest of the world is so mean. My bed would never be mean to me
My mom sucked on that joint like a nipple and she was a fucking newborn
That tingly feeling you're experiencing in your lady parts is my mustache. All the ladies of America are waking up feeling the same thing. You're welcome.
The worst part about living in a small town is partying with your pharmacist and then having to buy Plan B from him the next morning.
Awesome. I did a rain go away dance. And it went away. Nbd just cotrollin the weather with my mind and sweet dance moves
The last time I saw you you got angry and yelled "WHISKEY DOESNT COUNT" ... I think that's at least a 7 on the hotmess scale.
Boredom is so much more tolerable when you're stoned off your ass.
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