It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
You realize at the bar last night we blew on imaginary whistles like rose from titanic right?
You've had your dick in my mouth. I don't think there are all that many barriers in our friendship at this point.
Think I just saw your homeless guy on High Street. Did you give him back his crutch?
This santa hat i wore to the bar, served it's dual purpose as a vomit bag.
No piss test, hell yeah
FALSE ALARM. PISS TEST. I NEED YOUR PISS.
Good night I hope you dream about knitting and threesomes
I'm sure there are thousands getting dick today in the name of independence
One of my favorite March activities is cropdusting people while wearing a kilt.
I'm excited for him and his new girlfriend. I'm just going to miss his penis is what I'm saying.
Are you telling me right now that the weed man sexted you?
THE WEED MAN SEXTED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
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