So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
I got drunk and threw up on a kid at the amusement park. I think they're pressing charges.
dad just smoked me out. he's yelling at room service for not giving him cookies and milk with his towels...we're both too high to know if thats a legit complaint.
The girl behind me in psych just tapped me on my shoulder to tell me there was a condom wrapper in my hood.
i just had a pap smear and two shots. lets hit the beach.
She had a glow in the dark pastie on her forehead the last time I saw her. That should help you find her.
Netflix keeps asking me if I'm still watching just because I've been sitting here all afternoon...why do I feel like my tv is judging my life choices?
our jesse-walt dynamic is actualy really perfect because i want to start a small time drug empire and you want to get high a lot its very accurate
I need a good cry or an orgasm and neither of them are gonna happen to me and i'm so frustrated
she opened a can of olives, drained the juice and poured ranch dressing in. oh and 'croutons' (saltines) on top...
I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
i dunno, a lot of my childhood feels like a drugged up fever dream
you're now officially the 3000 mile booty call. congrats.
not being a booty call is very strange. Who knew there was so much time for activities at night!
Seriously though, I walked in and he was holding my cat in the air singing "the circle of life"...
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