normal stoners make pot brownies. gay stoners make pot chocolate covered cherries on a cinnamon graham cracker crust which by the way are very effective.
Don't go all Obama on me. George Bush this decision and just do it. Thinking's for the morning after
If my nicknames are based on what I throw up, you can call me Jimmy Johns
Tonight is one of those "I'm wearing a shirt as a dress" nights because I need to get laid.
Aww you are cute. With your penis. And failures.
finally remembered how I know that chick in my history class. she made and fed me ramen when I was wasted!
All you have to do is speak. Your voice reverberates strait to my vagina.
Drunk me obviously wants to fuck up my life
It's like I have an arch nemesis, and it's me
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
Called Apple, my penis pics are safe.
how I know last night was a good night: this morning I found a bottle of tapatio, a bag of chicken and a bag of popcorn in my purse.
There needs to be a greeting card for "I miss having sex and smoking weed with you."
I wanted one last NYC adventure and I got it. Now I just have to figure out a polite way to wake up the pantless former stripper illegal Russian immigrant street violinist chick currently in a vodka coma in my bed.
I dont need your sympathy!!!! Just a fifth of vodka and gummy bears...lots and lots of gummy bears to take my agression out on.
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