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
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
Uh, do you remember who's thong is in my tree?
Hey do you want me to wrap up that Jack in the Box you left in my gutter
underwater hpnotiq shots? sure why not.
It's not quite a landing strip... It's more like a soul patch for my vagina.
i swear, you were born with a blunt in one hand and somebody else's wallet in the other.
Here's the thing, you got road head in two different cars tonight. You feel lucky yet?
I think people like me is why alcohol became illegal at one point
The guy at the bar repeatedly told us he was an off duty cop from out of town, that to normal people would be the time where you stop asking him to smoke a blunt with us
the day has come. I have finally reached the point in my life where I just don't give a fuck about anything anymore. it's beautiful!
Sometimes I just want to kiss you without you pulling ur cock out and waving it at me
I slapped a guy during sex last night because he moaned the wrong name. Then I remembered I gave him a fake name. Sorry bro.
In other news I was masturbating last night and came really fucking hard to the thought of yelling at a customer....
Two questions: is there going to be a bathroom at this party, and can we fuck in it. This will define whether or not I enjoy going to parties with you.
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