If I sit on the seam of my jeans just the right way when the bass hits, this might be my new favorite band.
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
I want to bury your face in my vagina. Possibly by force. I will try not to suffocate you though.
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
Just once I'd like to throw a party where I don't have to clean up someone else's blood the next morning.
We never did figure out who the stuff on the wall came from, did we?
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
The landlord called, GOOD NEWS! Noise violation #2! Something about people singing and fighting with vodka bottles in the parking lot. Well done us.
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
This guy on Hoarders just said "we're all about 4 or 5 decisions away from shitting in a bucket". True dat
It's 1:26 and I have already found 5 fruit flies between 3 separate glasses of wine. This is supposed to be a summer problem. Fucking global warming.
I don't know why I do this to myself his dick is a constant source of disappointment.
My manager just held my hair while I threw up in a dumpster. New low.
WE JUST PASSED A FUCKING SPACE SHIP! NOT JOKING! A REAL FUCKING SPACE SHIP! THIS IS NOT THE DRUGS! SPACE! SHIP!
I can't really feel a difference, so essentially I paid 60 bucks to bedazzle my vag.
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