Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
oh no you fucking didn't eat my mac and cheese you cunt
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
Prepare for tons of dick. I mean dick by the bucket loads. Waterfalls if cock.
If we laid all the dicks that's have been inside of us end to end it would be as tall as 4 story building. 40 feet of dicks.
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
My apartment smells like a lavender field inside of a giant bong.
His grandpa picked him up. Brought him to the house. And made him clean the puke off the driveway with a broom and a bucket of water.
You poured your drink on him and called him a "useless cocksucker" because he wouldn't give you a ride home... on his skateboard
It's called the dick transitive property. It states if you touch a person whilst they touch a dick, you are also touching said dick.
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
WHY WONT HOT GETMAN MAKR PUPR WITH ME!!!!???!?!!
I call him Seabiscuit because he's my trusty steed
He asked me for a pic so I sent him a pic of my boyfriends dick.
you know you're a stoner girl when you get a callus from your grinder
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