I never want to see another naked old woman again.
sitting on my lesbian neighbors couch, sexting, & eating a burrito.. that single
I can coach you back to consumption. Think of it kinda like Rocky II.
I can only take thier stupid "I think beauty school is for me" routine so long until I have to bitch slap them with some knowledge
i introduced myself to everyone by my new name, thundergooch. i threatened the neighbors with a hammer when they used my real name. needless to say, sailor jerry was not kind to me.
I woke up with hair in my teeth and half his beard was missing.
When people ask about my bruises, I'm just going to say it was a doorknob. Or possibly a group of doorknobs. Angry doorknobs.
This is true. I'm still having Jess write "no drugs" on my left hand and "except weed" on my right hand
my pupils became my eyes and i slept with a cloth in my mouth again
dude i'm so hungover my hair hurts
I don't know if we can compare high school reunions anymore. The keg stands started before 7.
It's like Jesus got stoned and this would be the sandwiches he'd make
leave me alone I'm becoming one with nature and doing plant things
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
So how often do you needs to see my tits today then?
Randomize