my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
I love my bros weed
Im gonna hate it in like 20 mins though
We got so high we made milksteak
So they discontinued the hummer... Now people will have to go door to door to let others know they're assholes
yeah, but i heard shes schizophrenic
i wouldn't even care dude, i'd fuck her and all 7 of her personalities.
i walked toward the cop car thinking it was the liquor store lights nd by that time it was too late to escape the trap
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
My Mom printed off all of my Augusts text messages. Apparently I've been drinking WAY too much and having an intermediate drug problem. I have to go home everyw weekend for the rest of the semester
I drove your lawn mower home. Hope you don't need it tonight. I'll bring it over tomorrow.
So I walked in on her and she had taped her fingers together and was crying and was whispering something about "how humbling it is being in constant glove mode"
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
I'm so hungover that I just wrote up my will because I'm afraid I'm gonna die. I'm leaving you my bong.
I just bought a 1/4 oz of pot from a coworker who's old enough to be my grandfather...I'm never leaving Portland.
His status said "sad." of course I liked it. I don't even care that I was the only one. Facebook isn't your god damn journal, we don't care about your problems.
You're lucky I'm holding your vagina in my best interests
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