um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
i wish i could "like" people's thoughts in real life like i can on facebook
you can....by speaking....
we're doing beer bongs from the windmill...epic
My mom would probably be ok with my lifestyle as long as she doesn't see that photo of me doing bong rips in a Jesus costume.
Indeed. The kind of morning where puking in someone's shoes is not frowned upon
All I could think about when I saw her was that she could be the mother of my future first round draft picks
Walking through campus with a grocery bag full of pot brownies. I'm like the santa claus of 4/20
And tell the hostess not to worry, she's narcoleptic and fell asleep on the way to the bar, but she'll be fine in a few minutes.
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
So now I'm lying here in bed taking notes from Teen Mom... I fucked up
I like her because we want the same things out of life AND she actually wants to have sex with me.
If I win the lottery I'm going to hire someone to skywrite "FUCKTARD" over his house. That much anger.
I don't remember much from my 21st, but my mom said I insisted on the fat guy taking body shots off me
I just swallowed confetti and motor-boated some guys beard...#happy2015
you can see where the duct tape was on my nipple
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