This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
When your really high you cant order into a clowns mouth
Your my favorite hello and hardest goodbye.
And I especially mean that last part, half the time you pass out somewhere and it is impossible to get you to leave.
the awesomeness of being snowed in wore off after we ran out of beer and we realized we really didnt want to be stuck with everyone.
I don't care how high you are, you can't finger me while eating potato chips.
Oh we're fine. I made her a "sorry I peed on you" omelet.
she tried to handfeed me fritos while yelling "PENIS TRAIN"
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
The only pictures I have are of me being stoned or me looking like a man, which do you prefer?
That's always how I imagine things at your apartment...
Good, I'm glad you don't have some weird, skewed, clothed version of reality over here.
New drinking game: Drink while you Drink. I'll explain the rules when I see you, needless to say, it's not difficult. Unless you enjoy sobriety, humanity and life. Bestest.
I just had my first lesbian experience. Out of spite.
I can't come. It's so cold my uterine walls have frozen together like a cherry popsicle.
I'm not sure you count what happened last night as sex.
Do you remember standing up at 3 in the morning and asking me if I was counting to six?
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