therell be strippers and coke right?
no strippers. just coke.
i hate this fuckin recession
help help how do i get him away from me should i talk in a robot voice or something
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
I just witnessed Grandma making her infamous daiquiris. Extraordinary.
what's with the bloody hand print on the hood of your car
My drug dealer just texted me that his kid had a rough sleep and was running late to deliver the ounce to my office. Totes adorbs.
There is a literally infinite number of spliffs going around this table.
Delicious
I feel like I'm at a sushi bar with a spliff belt.
donating our bodies to science does not justify what were doing to them.
Matt says that there are strip club auditions in our living room and he'd like you to audition.
Boss out of town. Had 2 beers for lunch, a long walk and a bowl...and then in he comes. Blamed obvious intoxication on my pain meds. Back at the bar. This is one of those bad judgement days.
Oh and an honorable mention for your father's porn collection. Things I'll never forget.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
I took a picture of you last night while you were drunk, trying to smoke a bowl through your nose. It's now your contact id.
And he claims I gave him “fuck me” eyes while he was ordering me a happy meal
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
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