I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
oh i have no idea about his personality. i imagine it's the same as it was- except now combined with a receding hairline and a beer gut
I literally paid him in shots to clean my entire apartment. he even vacuumed...who said alcoholism is a bad thing??
Well he told me I'd never be a wizard, and so I responded with you'll never have a big penis. After that we both just sat there and cried.
He was banging holes in the kitchen wall with pots. They tried to pull him away but only managed to pants him. He kept "drumming".
it was the drunk execution of a sober decision, and its much more tasteful than the first mullet
I chased a girl up a staircase screaming because she had a cardboard cut out of James Dean which, at the time, I believed to my friend being held against his will
i just had a pap smear and two shots. lets hit the beach.
Im down. Even tho your nick name intimidates my vagina.
So getting drunk in honor of the bomb threat is legit right?
What's that word that means bigger and smaller and bigger and smaller, again?
Goddamn it, Jaime, it's 4am. Throbbing. The word is throbbing.
Also, I imagined that his bacne was bubblewrap and that made it much more tolerable
If you're not on crutches for breakfast, I'll feel like I've failed you.
Of course it may just be the context. A dish of dog food would look lovely next to your breasts.
Being responsible doesn't make memories.
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