found an empty one..2nd door on the right...i'm already naked.
My mom said "I don't want to fund your drug problem" so she gave me a gift card to the book store. I now have a 420 page book on growing weed.
Its like fucking yourself in the head with a weed strapon
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
It's only 8pm and Karl already got a stripper fired.
im getting coffee to go get coffee.
Im throwing up in my trash can so I can go throw up in the toilet. We're basically on the same level.
Even though he had a fractured vertebrae, the sex was still phenomenal. Better than normal actually. I hope the vertabrae never heals.
why is there blood on my car? and are we still friends?
Seriously I'm dying. All my insides are fighting their way out of me. With light sabers and machetes.
he's like a horny 3rd grader on cocaine. he needs a leash
Having weed delivered to your door is like having your own personal Santa Claus
"Being an adult" and "being happy" are two circles that do not overlap in my Venn diagram of life.
i found 4 slices of pizza in my toaster, and a can of unopened soup in my blender.. wtf?
There is blood all over my sheets and no discernible source.
this poor kid thinks hes going to have his first time with both of us
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