She walked in the room and sighed really loudly fishing for attention. but I didn't bite cuz I don't give a fuck what's wrong with her.
You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
no you cant smoke seaweed
i would have smoked before this dance, how ever i have surgery Monday and I looked up weed and anesthesia and fatalities was mentioned, so i decided that it would be a bad idea
probs a good idea
i like the whole idea of life and being alive
you sure you're not high?
my bedside table was not meant to hold this many beer bottles.
I just won unlimited hot dogs for life. I'm so glad I smoked
If I started a story with "That three-year-old totally deserved it," would you listen?
He got about halfway through singing "Drift Away" before he passed out and broke my coffee table.
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Do you remember trying to use a pencil, pen, and sunglasses as your second form of ID at the bar when they wouldn't let you in last night?
Can we pretty pretty please go to Mardi Gras tomorrow? I promise I'll be a good girl and not puke in a pledges car
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
That's the kind of activity you can only get away with by wearing a lion codpiece
A milkman. But instead of milk I'm delivering marijuana. And instead of a milk truck it's an armored car.
You're a weed delivery man, in an armored car?
Tell me why I woke up outside of our hotel room Wearing a cowboy hat and boots in Las Vegas.
Randomize
