It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
mom just texted me "hawaii ambien". those are like the two things she talks about to keep me interested in spending time with her.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Theres a picture of you hanging up on the wall in mcdonalds, i'm impressed
I didn't think about how painful the pumpkin seeds coming up the next morning would be. Oh well, I'm good at making pumpkin seeds and that's all that matters.
JUST MADE A FLAMING SLED. MIGHT HAVE 3RD DEGREE BURNS.
this year we will have multiple halloween identities. lesbian couple meets brian and stewie
She busted her face in a tragic twerking accident. Marking the 2nd time I have peed my pants laughing.
So this bar tattoo not looking that great now
The council and I are about to open up a bottle of malort.
UPGATe: THE COUNCIL AND I HAVE AGREED TO BAHN MALORT FROM THE HOUSEHOLD
and yet oddly the jello shots tasted better coming up than going down
He really only has clothes, like 4 boogie boards, and a bong here.
Like if I exploded right now there would be cum and fajitas everywhere.
I like how I can go from sucking dick in the my basement to singing along to veggie tales with my family in a span of 10 minutes.
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