Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
Very hungover, bought a newspaper and found my shorts from last night in the machine.
Home remedy for the herp. Black tea. I need to strap teabags to my wang.
These headphones make me feel like I'm sitting on John Mayers lap and he's singing just to me. I picture like a pitch black room with a single spotlight on us. Also, convinced Kyle to give me percocet soo.
Sunday is a myth, I refuse to believe that I waste an entire day unable to function after a night of drinking.
Is it bad if one of my goals right now is to snort blow through a licorice?
Don't answer that. It is bad.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
He was late, on account of he accidentally went to the Al-Anon meeting across the hall, and it took him 30 minutes to realize he was in the wrong room.
All he gave me was a sore vagina and film suggestions
I just saw someone dressed as a bear leave your house on a motorcycle. I guess you guys are having a good time.
I fully support your bad decision but I do not approve of your unironic use of the word yolo
Also my roomates are going to be gone till sunday. Make correct decision here
Quit calling your parents your roomates
Ya can’t just go throwing accusations around about someone pooping their pants without some hard evidence
He wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning. He told me he respects me after I said no. I told him to respect me at a distance.
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