Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
When you're on the hood of a car, 10 mph feels pretty fucking fast.
stephanie tanner's voice is so fucking annoying. no wonder she resorted to crystal meth.
I'll come out for a little. I can't be visibly hungover at work again or I get written up and fired. And yes, I am aware of how alcoholic that sounds.
Just warning you now f you do not get intoxicated with me in front of the family on thanksgiving we are not related.
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
So much easier to puke and rally now that my gluten's under control
we are the apple cider girls!
answer my text you professional douchebag
and i mean that in the cutest, flirtiest way possible
I just spilled grey goose in my hair. You could say I keep it classy for the family Christmas parties.
Remember that time I hopped home naked from the bar, then tried to convince you I was ok to drive you home? Good call on the taxi.
Dude... I had a dream that I was getting high for the first time. I got to experience my weedginity again. It was glorious.
Halloween: the only night of the year wheee the more high I get, the more it compliments my makeup and outfit.
I threw up in the shower. I cleaned it all up and there is on mess at all. This hangover has become borderline religous. Powerful and life changing.
You've been inside me, dude. There's no such thing as TMI.
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