I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
My text messages all automatically add Zs on them cause of your skank ass messages you send me
Let's just say he looked at my vagina like it was a rubics cube.
we have to top last new years. except im not ready for jail. that can wait a couple years
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
most desperate stoner moment might have been when we filled the bong up with pond water
desperate times, desperate measures
I took so my adderall all I can do is lie on my floor and stare too hard at my hedgehog. He has 42 spines in the dark spot on his shoulder btw.
I'm super stoned watching the vatican smoke cam. Come over.
Can we discuss your tits for a sec? That melon patch sprung up over night
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
I just projectile vomited into my kitchen sink. Today need to be over already.
Oh you know, we just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. So, a casual Tuesday night.
I just peed on myself the semester has officially began.
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