I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
she said I was laying next to a garbage can in the subway doing key bumps and screaming "its my fucking birthday" repeatedly
on the subway to an interview & there's a dude doing whippits out of a cheese wil can
How bad is the voicemail?
You graded my boobs.... C minus. Asshole.
It was the best of bangs; it was the worst of bangs.
I'll answer your question with a question: Are you gonna be too high?
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
Do you think blood ever gets sick of carrying all these drugs around?
Like, there are so many different things we make it do, and it just wants to settle down and be a one-drug fluid?
Stop reading WebMD high.
well don't blame me. sometimes vibrators go missing and people get angry. these things happen
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
My dog just ran downstairs with my vibrator in her mouth... during my dad's birthday dinner.
I'm going to preface tonight by saying that I'm sorry for tequila, shopping carts, and having to chase me.
I'm shrooming way too hard to deal with your bullshit at this particular point in time
you said you were going to the bathroom. we found you an hour later laying in the backyard clutching a bottle of vodka while singing the beatles and crying
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
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