I feel like i'm in the derek zoolander school for kids who can't read good.
im swimming of confusion and bacardi. where do i go from herrrrrre
I tried to get you something for Valentine's Day too but they said they couldn't deliver skittles and ecstasy :(
so apparently going to a christian rock concert dressed as Jesus is horribly inappropriate.
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
If I am telling you about the details of the shits I take I probably don't want to have sex with you. Probably.
just really comprehended the fact that I'm getting high at the same place I used to play as a child. the nostalgia and thc is mixing together in one, intense wave. WHO HAVE I BECOME
I have the starring role in a literal shit show.
speaking of festive, i made out with a guy in a leaf pile last night. happy fall?
I'm studying. And by studying I mean I am laying on my floor drinking boones farm alone. Last two weeks. Fuck it.
cmon you know I'm perfectly capable of something that ridiculous 100% sober
I mean, it's a romantic picture of pubes if I've ever seen one
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
dude, i told you to rally, so you sprinted upstairs, knocked some girl down, and without missing a beat said, "not now bitch, im in the fucking zone" and took off
Jarrod's passed out on the chair with a cup of milk and I've been staring him down in an attempt to use telepathy to make him spill it. Attempts unsuccessful.
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