I am in a vortex of obligation.
i wish that high-me and normal-me were two different ppl so that high-me could thank normal-me for setting out a feast before smoking
I wish that high-you wouldn't text me stupid shit at 3:30 in the morning
remember the good old days of high school when a half gal would last for more than a nite
I woke up with a Nike swoosh shaved into my chest hair. my friend got 3 stitches. my phone had a text that simply read "fuck you". I say it was a good party.
Sitting here wishing there were men in my life.
me too. too bad ive decided to fill that hole with cookie dough, closing the door to future men one fat cell at a time.
HOLY SHIT HE'S TRYING TO EAT HIS FOOT. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
I just really wish I could go back and unsex him. Waste of my vagina.
of course the one day I come to class high we have guest speakers from the police department... Just my luck
Too bad Amazon Prime wouldn't get the wine bra flask to you in time. Concealed alcohol and huge tits? Win-win.
So yeah, my old kindergarten teacher just asked me who gave me the hickies on me neck.
I can't hang out with this penis. I'll start thinking I like the person it belongs to.
I'm glad he doesn't have a bigger dick because he'd just use it for evil anyway
That same damn squirrel keeps staring at me like I did something wrong. Nature knows when you're hung over.
i just used your hair clip to unclog my bong. i miss you so much!
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