Going to a jewelry store high is not a good idea. I look like mr.t's wife.
I'm eating lunch next to a table of beautiful culturally-diverse women chattering away happily. It's like sitting next to a Yaz commercial.
You were in my dream and you got the lyrics to lollipop tattooed on your chest. Don't get it, it wasnt that cool.
I think you missed the wrong class. Im pretty sure we were taught how to buy cocaine.
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
There's a point around the one and a half minute mark where the keg stand goes from impressive to pathetic
I'm smoking a bowl and pondering why we haven't discovered teleportation again.
scream really loud. we think you crawled under the deck
maybe her throwing up on me was a foreshadowing of how she would later metaphorically throw up on my life
I need a new pic for your contact id. Because your boobs popping up when I'm having dinner with my grandma or, ya know, when kids have my phone isn't so good.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
Also I feel I should tell you last night when I came home I fell into my laundry hamper and woke up in a pile of my clothes
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
sorry for pouring tequila vodka and whiskey down your throat and left you to sleep on a table
Word. I want it involving like... sing-a-longs and sniffing glue.
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