Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I owe all of my success to double stuf oreos and weed.
You're the 8th person from last night to text me this morning and ask if I'm ok.
This is one of the fundamental differences between you and I. If I found meat in a plastic bag, I wouldn't put it in my mouth.
If i spent $300 & took that thing home i would hate myself today.
It probably isn't a good idea to go home with last night's hookup's brother. And sister.
Probably is probably an understatement.
if all that ever happens for the rest of forever is drinking wine and eating popcorn, ill be okay
This is NOT the time to take our hits and go to Disney. Let me repeat that. NOT THE TIME FOR DISNEY ON ACID
My attempts to make you laugh have failed exceedingly. Naked snap chats it is
I just smoked a bowl alone and took my Zyrtec here's to a full night.
Just had to stop myself from doing a bump on the Disney bus. The struggle is real.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
My saturday night consisted of sewing my Halloween costume and watching Blues Clues
You actually...sewed your costume?
Come as you are, bitch. Glitter and vodka provided.
You'll be pleased to know I just had an elaborate day dream about your penis. you were there too.
Randomize
