all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
Pre-order weed for 4/20 and i'll give you a discount.
yeah, we figured out that passing a joint between cars was a pretty bad idea
some crying dude holding an empty fifth of burnetts just showed up at our door and asked 'do i live here?'
The last good decent convo we has was when I was trying to convince you to let me watch you pee.
DO NOT EAT ONE OF DONOVANS WEED RICE CRISPIES. I REPEAT DO NOT EAT IF YOU VALUE YOUR EYE BALLS
You know it's bad when I can already feel tomorrow's hangover before even drinking today.
it's like getting dryhumped by a chainsaw in the very best possible way
Omg that was my second thought of the morning.
First was that we had pop tarts.
Also my face is like def lowkey made of silly putty
She was wearing a grass skirt and a watermelon bra. WATERMELONS.
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
I had to carry him up the hill while he was wearing nothing but knee high socks and a blue glitter sequin leotard.
Why is this not a picture message?
If you're gonna show up unannounced on hangover day, you better have coffee doughnuts and a boner
He was laying on a lawn chair, fell off onto his stomach and asked, "where'd the stars go?" That high.
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