I can't remember last night. I must have yelled at your girlfriend til she cried again.
Yup.
Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
Aaaand my life has been reduced to whether I can reach to flush my puke down the toilet using my foot. The answer is yes.
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
Well I blew a guy I barely know in full view of a homeless camp. That's pretty tame for me.
At least I'm doing lines with a notecard. That counts for something right
pain. pain everywhere. this is why throwing yourself at concrete is a bad idea.
it would be a downgrade if your vagina tasted like skittles
Ok I've processed it. Who the fuck makes out drunk in a parking lot in a backseat with the windows down in the middle of the day?!?!
Well, if you're getting/have gotten your dick sucked, you're welcome. If not, I tried. Step up your game, pussy. I pulled a MacGuyver and got mine. No excuses bro.
I need five more minutes of sobbing.. AND THEN I will get back to studying
All im saying is that my face might fall off.
We're listening to drake in the middle of the woods and smoking two joints at once...my life is complete.
He set the tone in the back of his car by blasting Marvin Gaye's sexual healing before railing me
I feel like you should store your weed in something that suits your personality. For example mines in a hollowed out disney princess book.
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