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.
did you really just refer to me me as an old fashioned penis?
I'm sweating so much right now i look like Whitney Houston
the cops were hovering over him then shinned a flashlight to the floor above ours, then I realized that some fucker jumped from the third story.
fuck our hall.
If shame burned calories, I'll be back to my birth weight by the end of this weekend.
What was the name of that place where we saw that concert? It was like a warehouse and some guy was living in the loft above the stage...
It's called: a legit place to drop acid.
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
My Internet history has 23 searches for 24 hour cake. Self respect plummeting.
He invites me over too FucK and i wind up eating 6 jimboys tacos with his roommates. While he waited in his room. Maybe next time
You had me on my knees catching cheese balls in my mouth and moaning. In front of all your friends.
We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
My uterus is doing all sorts of karate moves to break free of my body.
you started shaking the frozen steak while screaming "THIS IS CAPITALISM" before rubbing it all over your chest and passing out on your dog
i had to call the bar to ask if they found my bowling ball. That good of a night
I might be getting fired on this week so the only option i see for tonight is to get smashed and have an orgy. actually this idea might explain why i'm not an ideal employee.
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