Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I'm a big fan of 2 things right now: 1) Gatorade and 2) the fetal position
You just kept yelling "SATAN!" at me every time I walked by
What kind of friend are you? You don't even blackout anymore.
my vagina has been out of service for wayy too long... this semester needs to start like right now
I am VERY upset that you called my fiesta a waste of time.
If you didn't damage your room so much from fucking so hard we would have got more of our security deposit back
I resent that
What can I say? When alcohol is my motivation, I can move mountains.
i'm currently connecting with my tribal roots aka i just found my recorder from 3rd grade music class... be ready for the recording
I think I just wrote a poem about your penis but it was totally unintentional.
I was changing in front of my window and my neighbor text me saying, "nice pubes."
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
Ideas I've had tonight: An entire movie based off the Pixar lamp jumping on stuff.
I think the God that I only kind of believe in, definitely hates me.
I just heard a crying baby from out my apartment window and yelled SAME
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