i'm home, then i'll come over
ightttt gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa
nvm.
yo dibs on the gosselin haired one.
Just sold this kid "Magic Furry Apples". He is way to high to figure out they are just peaches.
At least he's a nutritious stoner...
No, he's fine. He only wanted to know why there were traffic pylons in the living room and how the peanut butter got on the ceiling.
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
there is no way i can order from that cashier at in n out after she tried helping me while i was drunkenly puking in their bathroom at 11 am
and i'm going to kill you for what you did to my nipples last night. of course i want to hang out
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
My day in three words: secret purse cake
I was so high the sounds of a cricket drove me out of my home at 4am.... Boo that fucking cricket
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
He will be so fat that the winter can not penetrate his blubber.
Wait an hour then go and untie him. Bring toilet paper and some spare underwear. Want anything from Starbucks?
I apparently ooze single. The second I left his house after break up sex five of my old booty calls text me
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