They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
at some point when you're making out with the ex girlfriend of your ex fuck buddy who happens to be the ex boyfriend of the girl that you just got drunk with who was hitting on your current fuck buddy who is best friends with your ex boyfriend, it just hits you: oh my god i need to get out more and expand my social circle.
He took naked pictures of me and told me if I ever got to the Disney Channel level of fame he would help me out. I think i'm in love
Yo I tried to get u stoned for ur dreams by blowing weed smoke in ur face while u slept. Ur welcome.
Taped crackers to the wall. Sat I'n the dryer. Bobby had to pull me out by my hair. No more.
You need to come over. I cant get her to stop eating honey mustard straight from the squeeze bottle
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
she is legit wearing a plastic bag around her neck as a necklace. she says it serves two purposes.
All these girls I talk to are like I've never had a hangover and I'm like you don't drink right here let me show you
i am laugh crying so hard the guy next door stopped playing guitar
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
well my grandpa saw your dick pic, so why don't you tell me how my day is going
I just opened a pickle jar stoned as fuck. I clapped for myself. I feel like wonder woman.
It may be a clusterfuck, but I'll be looking classy as shit as I watch the nightmare unfold
I came home and drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub. I have AMAZING coping skills!!
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