ya ever know whats down there. always send some fingers in first to scout the situation. fingers are not used for pleasure. they're used for covert missions.
All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
i was out of cigarettes so i took the butts out of the ashtray, emptied them out, and proceeded to roll one big Frankenstein cigarette.
He started to notice that i sleep with every girl he calls dibs on.
Did Kevin really put his bar tab under the name Hercules last night?
I'm stoned and just shared 4 cookies with this chicks dog
They're raisins though so they're healthy. No worries.
I feel like the only way to get him to stop is by telling him i'm tired from fucking our other friend every night this week
Fun fact: drinking me now steals weaponry
I gave him a bunch of ideas to use to spice up their sex life. Say what you will, I am the best 'other' woman ever!
I'm not sure I can continue to condone our having sex in all of your friends' beds
At least I made out with him before he made out with that dog...
sooo trippy being back in town after 5 years. if you had asked me in high school who would be future coke heads, i would have been way off
Do you have pictures of my pancakes
I need to show the world
They are the pancake equivalent of eventual wife
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
I often wonder if we’re introverted extroverts, but I don’t think so. I think we’re just easily tired scumbags
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