I don't smoke a lot but now and then I do. Weed and I are like still standing naked in a bathroom together deciding if we should blow one another or bolt for the exit. An awkward relationship.
You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
My hispanic family watching the world cup is getting too intense for me. a lit candle was just thrown at me because i walked by the tv.
and being hungover still at 4 in the afternoon is NOT "having allergies"
This is going to be BYOBM Vegas trip: Bring Your Own Bail Money.
This is just what we do. We meet guys, go back to their place, smoke all their weed & go home to compete in out own version of Cupcake Wars.
Next time you see his dad you should let him know you are now Eskimo brothers.
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
I had sex while you were puking this morning and I'm sorry. Kind of.
It's ok. I had sex while you were drunk crying last night. We're even.
he asked me where I was going to school, and then we started having sex, and I answered his question forty five minutes later after we were done. It was the chilliest thing ever.
AND I woke up to eggs in my bra. Thanks Taco Cabana...
I woke up just like any other Wednesday. Naked on the floor, hungover and covered head to toe in lube
I dunno what's worse, that one guy here said he'd blow somebody for Tim Horton's right now, or that someone else looks like they want to test his sincerity.
Come get me, I'm fucking scared.
I impressed him by taking off my panties without removing my pants.
Come as you are, bitch. Glitter and vodka provided.
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