I'm twenty-five. I'm too old to be watching my friend throw up in Chipolte Parking lot.
i think i just saw hanson at the grocery store. one might have been a girl. hard to tell. lets call that one taylor.
WAKE UP. GET ME THE PILL. AND SAVE MY LIFE
screw that ipod for my birthday.. i just want a weed brownie the size of my face. that's all.
I wish I could put booze in boobs and store it for later. I wouldn't need a flask. For $7000, they should do amazing things like that.
I asked you if you were ok and you said "dude I'm fine, I'm in the recovery position"
the cop didnt laugh with me when he patted me down and pulled out my flask.
Just got tipped $5 for distracting some dude's gf while he got another girl's number. Bro-code at its finest.
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
I just saw a guy in a sombrero and holding an inflated blow-up doll in all her "glory" get escorted out of the mall. I hate Marley.
Well at least you learned that cops don't like when you call them frenchy. Nice dive over the fence by the way.
I have nothing to say other than the obvious 'we probably shouldn't have done that' and the less obvious 'i think you bruised my labia major' ...?
Enough talk of my burning loins. How is your day?
Is it weird to befriend your older alcoholic landlords?
Well I kept shouting "you're groovy" at him and then I had a 15-minute argument with the bouncer about how many 9s there are in 100... it was definitely time to go home.
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