I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
I hear youre working today. To keep you entertained, ive compiled a list of condiments that my dick has NOT been slathered in since last Friday: Relish, and raspberry jam. That's right.
We were playing hot potato with real potatoes at 3am
shit went down at the bar when this girl with 'morals' totally cock blocked a married guy. she actually kicked IN the bathroom door when they were fucking in there. then we all did shots.
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
Throwing up out both ends. This is not how I pictured adulthood.
Yeah i'd say someone being in the room while you're doing someone makes them eligible for fb friendship
did you just say you're too stoned to fool around? okay we're over.
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
I need to start using my boobs for good instead of weed. Although really they're kind of the same thing
I'm willing to share. He can have sloppy seconds.
You're now part of the minority of friends who haven't seen my boobs.
He's a freak. Not like "freak in the bed" freak but like "eats glue in the weekends" freak.
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