I'm driving behind a lime green VW that has "Seniors '10!" shoe polished on the rear window. i haven't even seen her yet, but I do have a boner.
woke up next to her writing my name in some journal. apparently she makes every guy she hooks up with sign out.
I woke up wearing nothing but 7 partially eaten candy necklaces. Only one was around my neck. Don't even try to tell me I don't need plan B.
you know...the drug dealer i named my baby after.
sometimes i think my sole purpose in life is to cockblock my roommate
once you get past the part where you think youre gonna die, its the most amazing drug ive ever experienced.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
we were the definition of too high: argued for 10 minutes about who was gonna get the condom (it was 2 feet away on the night stand) and past out watching adventure time.
grandma made pot brownies .. oh god bless us everyone
Watching Faye Reagan porn all weekend for St Patty's day. Nothing has ever seemed more appropriate.
I went from looking for a bong to home decor in a 10 minute span. This is what being an adult is all about!
It's amazing what a couple of orgasms can do for a girls demeanor.
This feels more like a conference of all the people I've fucked in the past year.
You can say goodbye to our security deposit.
Already? What he do?
Opened a bag of topsoil at the party and spread it all over the living room. TOPSOIL!
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