I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
all of his pictures were taken on a library computer, how did you even consider fucking him?
He paid me to blow him while doing a handstand. Does that make me a whore or just a budding gymnast?
You climbed into the Suite next to us at the game so you could steal the half eaten hot dog someone had left on the table. That high.
Bro, did you watch that scooby doo porn I sent to you?
THIS IS A FLATMATE WARNING! The white powder next to sink is washing powder I spilled and is not meant for human comsumption. I repeat- do not digest, snort or smoke the white powder next to the sink!!!!
I greatly enjoy being related to her. Even if is it only by a penis.
Bringing families together since 1987
The only flat surface we had was a cheez it box so we snorted the blow off of that. Rock bottom really isn't that bad.
It'd probably just be a lot of profanity and hyperventilation and deteriorating into tears anyways
so just a regular conversation then
Sailor Jerry came over for the evening. It was a magical evening. I didn't even get puke in the house.
You just accidentally called me. You kept saying "Really?! Really?!!" So I can only assume you are having sub par sex
Because that's what you do with poop. You expect the worst.
And by not handle it I mean it makes me want to sit on his face
Thanks again for the coffee and orgasms
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