Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
Highlight of my evening, pile of books falling onto me in front of people
I'm tangled in a fishing net down at the harbor. This has nothing to do with Captain Morgan. Bring wirecutters.
how the fuck is Katelyn 5'1" and 85 lbs and she tackled a bouncer to the ground?
she got kicked out of the bar for shoving german chocolate cake in the bartenders face. we were there less than a minute
While looking for an apartment, I've realized that the way I rate balconies is on the "how easy would it be to smoke weed here" scale.
What other scale is there?
as soon as I stop standing here with one leg up on my bathroom counter admiring my balls, I'm going to go tan. and then you may come over.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
Do drug dealers work on Memorial Day?
Let us ponder on the good times. Ya know when the Jonas brothers were incapable of growing facial hair and I didn't fully understand what a dick looks like
I've entered the world of uncircumcised penises. It's disgusting.
My vagina has a heartbeat. That means I'm in love, right?
He added me on LinkedIn while I was baking weed brownies in the boxers he left here... Is this adulthood?
Afterwards I drank a whole bottle of cake vodka in the bathtub while he was bawling his eyes out. Hands down weirdest hookup I've ever had.
The coast is clear - also, would it bother you if I chose not to wear pants?
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