WHY CAN'T YOU EVER SHIT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON, JESSE.
cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
Let's just say there's a reason that "suede" rhymes with "laid".
You told me when we were leaving the club if I could pin point your nipple through your padded bra you would show me if I was right.
If your wondering where your blanket is, I put it on the 2 guys you brought home last night. Their still sleeping outside on the trampoline.
Speaking of roommates, Kelsey and I woke up to urine in our trash can. Neither one of us is willing to admit to it so we've come to the conclusion that someone snuck into our room in the middle of the night
I also love beards. The playoffs are like christmas for my vagina.
I think my vagina has grown over, not unlike earring holes when not used in a long amount of time.
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
our jesse-walt dynamic is actualy really perfect because i want to start a small time drug empire and you want to get high a lot its very accurate
I'm wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.
We share an apartment, weed and genitals. It's called being practical not in love.
Things that happen while I poop: I start dating someone
so i put my jacket on last night that you wore last weekend, and reach inside the pockets and find them full of goldfish...
the snack that smiles back:)
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