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.
well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
insurance, jail, and birth control were made for people like us.
I was so high i started crying when i saw how much puppychow was there.
Also I just saw on facebook your sister is taking pole dancing lessons. Just a heads up.
She gave me a rubber ducky to make me feel better while I was throwing up.
what customs doesn't know wont hurt them
Walked back to my room from the bus last night and all I see is 3 of my friends on the porch chugging whiskey and then throwing up in unison
I hate it when the guy who runs the chicken and waffles truck is convinced that I run a cult.
that is the opposite of a normal text message.
I'll just put on a bunch of mascara and cry right before I get there. Then everyone will recognize me.
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
It's not too terrible. You just got a little naked and broke your arm.
This bowl is so big, I just said out loud, "I'm going to die here" as I blew smoke out the cat door. Merry fucking Christmas.
I don't work there anymore. If they had Prince themed dildo parties i never would have quit
After passing out at the kitchen table, you woke up in my parents bed in between them. With no pants on.
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