"Morning after" poops are always like, interesting.
Maybe i should go to church more so i can meet girls like in that song, you know, the ones that act slutty on every day but sunday...
ah, so the catholic church. i gotcha
At this point it has been so long i wouldnt know what a dick was if it slapped me in the face.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
The hookah bar is playing i'm on a boat. I believe in god again.
dude it was like an art museum there were boobs everywhere
Worst relationship ever. Keep in mind I've dated two married chicks and a Mormon.
I never want to hear the words 'my therapist says . . . ' while naked again.
Can we just ponder our lives for a second.
No I think my brain may implode in a puff of cocaine and sparkles.
I lost half a toenail and didn't realize it. Bloody shoe shoulda been a clue.
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
You were so stoked after landing that flip that you dropped acid with three random guys without hesitation
I need to wake up with a beard between my thighs more often, I'm a fucking saint.
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