Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
just rolled a joint with wrapping paper.. and you say i have no christmas spirit
woke up in a garbage bag. literally. it was used as a sleeping bag.
Totally just grabbed the wrong dick. Damn this tequila.
oh good. ive just found out that i went downstairs at 6 am still blacked out and had a 30 minute conversation with my mom about the different ways to feed our dog
is cock-oriented a word? I'd say I'm that lately.
Alas, very true. I'll sell some of my eggs and give you like 10%
And with my 90% I'll get a scooter with a sidecar. And a pony. Also with sidecar.
Like do you realize his dealer came out with a gun and we laughed like it was all just fun and games...
just really comprehended the fact that I'm getting high at the same place I used to play as a child. the nostalgia and thc is mixing together in one, intense wave. WHO HAVE I BECOME
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
Yeah if I don't text back. I'm eating. sleeping. Or lifting. Or drinking. Or playing call of duty. Like shit man
You have more time for sex than anyone I know.
He goes from zero to fucking up in 2.4 drinks. Like the sportscar of bad decision making.
I just wanna be naked and go frolic in the snow
I'm still very high. To be blunt. No pun intended.
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