Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
Canada: barely better than America at a sport they invented.
I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
do not give him the "i just had sex cake" i repeat DO NOT give him the cake. things didn't go well
You know when you can feel the alcohol in your toes? That's a great feeling.
It's like I opened a door and behind it lay mythical creatures sprinklin fairy dust upon the land leading me to a pot of gold. And that gold is some delicious cock.
Well I don't know him that well so I don't think I can give advice. You should make him a cake. Or have sex with him.
Power went out. She lit a candle and gave me head. Made some pretty impressive candlelight cocksucking shadowpuppets. Must be what porn was like in olden times.
You can laugh all you want but 99 grapes is a lot stronger than what you were drinking.
but, alas, I am not the lady in the streets. I'm simply the freak in the sheets.
I stole a tiki torch last night and just returned it. Things have been better.
I rewarded myself with Taco Bell tonight for going a full week without punching my roommates in the face or wishing bodily harm on them.
Seriously where are the good guys?
The friend zone.
You know something is wrong with your lifestyle when you have to clean easy Mac cheese powder off of your scale
at least it's not cocaine like last time
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