This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
We're exchanging pot brownie recipes in my substance abuse class. This is going to be an awesome 7 weeks.
I'm at the gas station where we got beef jerky and condoms. The fact that those two are in the same sentence makes me love you more.
i just rememebered i spent like 5 minutes on the ground warming some chicks toes.
Were gonna hotbox in the trunk. I think there's room for another half of a person if you're interested
So that'd what fifty dollars of chicken at 7/11 looks like. Made it to work on time. Puked twice. BOOM.
she's drunk at 2 in the afternoon again. at least my mother is predictable.
Left and drinking by a bar by myself. Everyone is in pajamas. I'm in a tuxedo. This is my life.
Definitely got a blow job in Charles Schwab's bed last night.
I love my job.
I never thought people would keep their guns next to their fake plastic penises, but there they were.
At least you got some excitement going on, you got weed and might die tonight, I'm just sitting here bored as fuck.
Every time I try to do something productive I end up searching ghost porn.
I love him about as much as I'd love fucking myself with a cactus.
Sex and compliments. The way to my heart
It shouldn't be this hard to find someone who you haven't blown.
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