We're so high we're finding things in the room to build a submarine with. So far we have two cardboard boxes, a piece of wood, puffy paint, and an empty bottle to use as a periscope.
YouTube is recomending me a video on how to make a home made meth bong, what has my life come to?
At least drunk me was smart enough to stash toilet paper in my bag before I started my walk home. Finally countless squat pees and wiping with grass taught me to be prepared.
So I think his penis grew over the weekend. Is that possible or does absence make the dick grow longer?
There's a wake for a coworker on 420 during te time of 420... Hoping everyone will be too sad to notice how high I am.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
my vagina hasn't met your boyfriend yet ... makes me sad
Due to last night I think a roommate constitution should be made. The first law will be designed to prevent any chicks below a 4 to enter the house.
I probably won't go. Last time I got drunk with those guys I just started demanding people let me touch their beards.Then I mocked everyone who didn't have facial hair.
he just cleaned his wound with pinnacle whipped
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
Idk... he wears anklets.. i dont think i can get past that.
So you completely disappeared from my memory last night at about my 15th Jager bomb. But only you. No one else.
I must be really high or they really did just bring me a banana split instead of a burger
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
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