Me. At least after what I've been through.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
accomplished twins. life is a go
I'm just sayin. Is it sad that I spent my last dollar on a hamburger just to get a paper bag to huff out of?
I did that thing again where I get way too drunk and go gay. Then wake up in the morning and freak out at the person. Yet another bar I cannot go back to
its not that she doesnt like having sex with you, your balls just smell worst then your ass.
I just fell down the stairs in the library and further deviated my septum. That's why I don't study.
Also they do not have any come back to america, i miss my fuck buddy cards at Hallmark.
We were pulling the glow sticks off of him and he just kept yelling, "my bones! You're taking my bones!" and asking me if I was on the crew team
Do you think kicking my coke habit is a good personal goal to put down on the evaluation form?
I'm the man of the house if we're referring to livers.
It got quiet and we all stood around and opened the box and I've never seen so many burritos in my life man. it was fucking biblical.
I am pretty great at coffee and mistakes
Yay I only have ONE giant mystery bruise from yesterday
I’ll call you later. There’s a jilted trophy wife looking for a revenge fuck at my door
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