the power's out. i'm smoking weed by flashlight
i wish i was dedicated to anything like you are to weed
So my mouth tastes like dick. Does that explain how our talk went?
we were in your room and your mom was singing twinkle twinkle little star in the hallway. so you decided to scream "twinkle? TWINKLE! What Fucking little star?!"
it was like watching bambi learning to walk, if bambi was 22 and a high functioning alcoholic.
bringing a ziploc bag full of Jim Beam to the movies may not have been the best idea.
please visit steve this weekend, he is getting mature and responsible and shit which scares me.
Obviously you've never slept with someone who was deliverance level inbred.
It's titled "A countdown to death. A psychological look at the downward spiral of actress Lindsay Lohan and her inevitable Hollywood demise" This dissertation is genius. Not a single sober moment for either Lindsay or myself. Good stuff!
It would be like if I said I had the cure for cancer and my explanation was I like turtles.
I just quit my job so I could get dick this weekend. I'm pretty sure my need for dick is much more important than the customers' needs.
Never go with a hippy to a second location. I fucking hate Xanax.
I'm nothing if not determined to sleep with everyone at that company
I just need to find someone whose kink is financial submission.
Everythings in imax form. Space oddessys are formed. Adventure at every moment and everything is epic. My mouth hass lemons. Yum.
The next morning I found her spread eagle asleep on the living room floor and he was asleep with his head in her crotch. I needed a ride and had to wake them up.
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