So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
benefit of terrorism--they won't let you buy random one way plane tickets to random parts of the country for no reason nonmatter how high you are.
dude, there's a fucking musical in my head. it's fucking awesome being this high.
The glockenspiel player has some booze though so hopefully the ride won't be that bad
You told the waitress last night "What tip bracket do I have to be in to see your boobs"
She was sitting there stuffing her face rubbing my back with a dorito cheese filled hand while eating something else with the other hand as I was crying.
I cant yet im literally covered in lube but I will later
Looks like a significant portion of my drinking money just became legal fees.
Partial kegs from last night are currently in my bathtub, which leads me to 2 questions: 1. What are you doing tonight? 2. Can I use your shower?
Come down. Bring Jorts. We're getting ready for this tricycle race like champions.
You're too morally constrained. I firmly believe that you should be less concerned with how young she is and more excited by the fact that she's not jailbait by virtue of a legal technicality.
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
I smoked my last bong as the sun rose. It was magical.
He fucked me over, so I'm going to do what any rational woman does. I'm going to get really high and have sex with his brother.
Nothing like an afternoon walk of shame across campus on parent's weekend. Damn.
Randomize
