Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I wanted to tell him he wasn't actually in me, but my god, awkward?
the entire lecture hall sighed when the prof announced that there will be an exam on 4/20
It's like a mixture of two words
"town" and "Im too drunk to spell right now"
Well at least he stopped keeping track of money by bottles of McCormick.
Nothing like a marijuana chart of usage in each country to make me understand math.
You. Me. A bottle of Vodka. The wilderness.
All I know is that I'm not gonna send out SOS messages via twitter for your rescue this time.
That moment when your fucking in an airport bathroom and forget to lock the door. That poor man...scarred forever...
I think someone cast a spell on the lazy stoner rich boy stereotype and it came to life and called me.
My vagina: 1 Male stubborness: 0
who knew my inner goddess was such a whore
Something I can get at drive through, boobs out, don't want to get out of the car
WE ARE DOING DRUGS AND GOING TO THE STRIP CLUB SATURDAY LADIES
I expected my Sunday morning walk of shame dressed as a sexy Dorothy would get some scorn, but nobody seems to even care
That’s because it’s 2020. The slutty costume walk of shame is a refreshing reminder of a time when wearing masks and catching communicable diseases was a right of passage, not everyday for the foreseeable future.
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