Big sunglasses are the new paper bag
ya. and they're way easier to confince girls to wear during sex
so this was truly a case of the blacked out leading the blacked out.
We're at that point in our relationship where sweatpants sex has become acceptable...
Its official the day you get back into town we are having a going away to jail party for me. My last wish before prison is to shit faced drunk with you, get into a fist fight, and then cuddle up and fall asleep. Just like old times <3
I can't say "baby i'm to high to talk to you" in Starbucks.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
just remember the most important rule of taking psychedelics: monsters can't get through blankets
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
In bathroom. Hand in air with cell phone. Help.
You're such a good friend. You send me pictures of your boobs when I'm sad. I will always appreciate that.
There's no time frame.
For drinking wine out of the bottle and taking nyquil at 9 AM? There probably should be.
Sex in a hot air balloon, top that one!
So when he asked me to go on a date tonight, I didn't think the words "have you tried a suppository" would be part of the evening.
You should feel special! You're also the only person I've ever punched during sex
Plus you need some new dick in your life, the environment is fucked enough you don’t have to recycle anymore 😂💀
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