let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
i had a dream that i had so much marijuana that i didn't know what to do with it. i woke up and cried.
So I'm at planned parenthood and there are 5 people here from Friday's party.
I said make yourselves at home, not to put a used condom on my ceiling fan.
Your a horrible friend, i only tried to do the right thing by moving you off the floor.. that was not an invitation to puke all over my bed and attempt to use my dog to mop it up.
I wouldn't be surprised. You and I have basically synced up our brain chemistry by doing drugs together in the same way that two girls would sync their menstrual cycles by sharing a house.
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
I just saw a bunch of drunk old guys riding on the side of a modified old fire truck yelling at cars and smoking while they looked for parking...promise we will be just like them when we grow up?
I'm craigslisting fire trucks as we speak
He was nothing but deer-caught-in-headlight eyes and dick, it was adorable
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
I felt I lost my designated buddy on a field trip when you wandered off to get high with strangers.
I'm glad we smoked together,that was probs the biggest sibling bonding we will ever have.
You took one look at him and said "let's hope I don't remember this tomorrow" then you took another shot and chased it with a beer.. I guess it was a success.
just found a picture from last night.
the one of you riding a horse with nothing but a bulletproof vest on?
uhm.... no?...
my roommates gone so i can take codeine and sleep naked
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