You know you love balls. Don't act all "I-Don't-Love-Balls-ish"
dude last night I threw my weed into my back yard. there is now a foot of snow. after an hour I found my weed. if I put that effort into school, i'd have a 4.0.
He broke into my apartment to check his Facebook again, the beer is all gone, and there's a new high score on pac man.
Some daaay... Bet your bottom dollar that some daaay you'll do that mollyyyy
passed out in the hallway last night, now I'm sitting down in the shower, eating lukewarm canned soup out of Tupperware, listening to Carly rae jepsen.. I had a rough night.
I'm staying at his house to solve the homeless situation. There's a freezer bag of weed in the fridge. He doesn't know it's there, and he's not missing it so I may have an income soon.
After sending me a dick pic, he asked, "yay or nay?"
I should not be allowed to be in possession of a fifth and a phone at the same time.
I need time to grow out my leg hair and not be sad anymore
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
It was a tough decision either lay in bed or go to work and lay in the stockroom
I also tried to hide a bottle of vodka in a build a bear last night so that something that happened in my life
He was simultaneously rubbing my shoulders and fucking me. I'm keeping him.
He fucked my brains out then fed me cheese and peanut butter. I might be in love.
The coke machine at work is laughing at me. Literally. I just heard laughter from the coke machine
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