I'll name the documentary, "The Adventures of Megan's Vagina"
I am so 35 right now. Listening to REM, drinking red wine, and crying over an article about ecstasy in oprah magazine.
don't say the first was when I crawled under into the dressing room
I may hire someone just to sell my family the drugs they keep asking me for. It's cutting into my doing drugs time.
Im not coming back to that place until im drunk. If I walk in there sober Ill start screaming uncontrollably. Not words, just sounds.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
I went up by the border of Canada. We took shrooms and went fishing...pretty sure we killed a dragon and ate it for dinner
I told him I'd ride his broomstick if he let me call him Harry Potter and drew a lightning bolt on his forehead.
You did things that should be illegal to a Twinkie and asked strangers to drive you home.
you called me drunk last night to talk about summoning sex demons with magic WTF
You tore a poster off a lamppost and ATE IT. That drunk.
and please, if you feel the urge to call me crying tomorrow night, do so. i will be home bored and sober.
Who put the toilet in the living room? This is extremely inconvenient right now.
I'm pmsing pretty hard.. .just cried 3 times while eating a Hershey bar dipped in peanut butter
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