Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
...so i touched it.
she pooed on me. she actually pooed on me.
it was all downhill after the free blackjack taco
NBC reported that a group almost has enough signatures to submit pole dancing as an Olympic sport in 2016...
God I fucking love America.
We made a water bong out of a wine bottle... Being an architect major finally payed off.
i got up, ate a McDouble, then went straight back to bed.
You sure know how to make a day worth living.
This is how baked we were last night. Our drinking game: We stare at each other; first one to laugh drinks.
They just keep looking funny at me. No one has attempted to tell me that I don't make sense though so maybe they're all way more high than I am.
I think I will always strangely appreciate as well as kick ass at stoned dishes. Like for the rest of my life. Thank you slave job at Starbucks.
He said I could stop sending ass pics now and just say hello. I'm not sure if that means he's no longer interested, or that he's a gentleman??
She's Jesus crazy. And one if not more other forms of crazy. She's 2.5+ crazy.
I just want to eat chicken fingers and drink beer and smoke in bed with my laptop so I can watch Netflix
So your not doing THAT great with the break up then...
Just as an add on, don't expect me to wear matching bra and underwear. If I do, I'm probably drunk and it's your fucking birthday. Have a great night.
you took my virginity. you can't have my alcohol too.
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