I pretty much can't stop smiling when I talk to you. Even when you talk about disease and infectious diarrhea.
On a scale from 0 to 24...wait, 3 to 24, where 6 is the lowest and 12 is the highest, how freaking high re you right now?
hey can i play with your boom stick tonite? I'll let you shoot the love of jesus in my face.
come over
alright she left, finally time to fart up the room
i gave her road head last night, needless to say it wasn't the same and i bit a chunk of the inside of my cheek off.
i dont care. it has been a 14 hour day, and we are all celebrating by alternating shots and grilled cheese.
I swear the pregnant cashier was jealous when I bought my plan B
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
my parents have to start far too many of our conversations with the sentence "this is an observation, not a judgment" than I'm proud of
No you don't understand. This tree is really alive. Like in Pocahontas.
Do you wanna do something, or just stare at each other and fantasize about death like we usually do
I think one make out session at a bar per year is probably the best choice.
if they didn't want us to do blow at uni, why would they make textbooks so smooth?
So many questions...the two most important are, where the fuck is my booze and how did you even get the couch through the door?
Randomize
