Hey you
You're the only one I'll text back during sex. what's up?
i wish that high-me and normal-me were two different ppl so that high-me could thank normal-me for setting out a feast before smoking
I wish that high-you wouldn't text me stupid shit at 3:30 in the morning
im swimming of confusion and bacardi. where do i go from herrrrrre
Are you asking me on a date where we get shithoused and do some fingerpainting?
Nothing like a marijuana chart of usage in each country to make me understand math.
I think the fact that I shit my pants, threw away my underwear in a frat bathroom, lost my socks down a drain in the front yard and still got laid... deserves some sort of a victory drink for myself or a blowjob for him since he was such a good sport.
you were leaning up against the wall pulling your shirt up asking girls to dance on you. your courage to do that is both admirable and frightening.
I had a 10 minute conversation with the refrigerator, it was telling me how it likes to be opened and closed. Ecstasy, I love you.
To the person who put the glitter on my ceiling fan...fuck you
Had sex in a cemetery last night during a thunderstorm. I feel like my goth points have skyrocketed
we're drinking bellinis i mean god's titty nectar
So you're on like a list there now..."Do not under any circumstances give this person a knife. Serve them in plastic cups ONLY"
If I'm walking weird, don't judge me. Things got kinda outta hand with the GoPro on.
Btw...refried beans is a terrible thing to throw up.
But if you move out who will get drunk with me on the roof and yell at boys?!?
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