Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
All I want for christmas is my sobriety back.
and then some norwegians asked us to be in their porno.
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
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Yeah. I don't think I have anything left in me tho. I think I was throwing up tangible memories at one point.
Nothing says "Good Morning" like Jell-o shots and coffee cakes.
We just weren't working out together, on a completely unrelated note some guy that i talked to on his grinder account said i could crash at his place
I envy your ninja level of don't give a fuck
My vagina was just really confused why you weren't inside it
Dude, don't put me in a suit and feed me liquor; I'll never go home.
Wow. Memory lane. What a horrendously unsightly jizz stain on the tapestry of life.
We had a quickie at work in the office. He walked out before me, and I fell asleep while waiting a few minutes to walk out. Yeah. He's got that change your life dick
Dude. Don't do acid and go to Disney on ice. Hear my warnings. That snow monster will fuck your shit up.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
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