Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
Shit sorry. Maybe I wont give you this sweet ass fanny pack I found in my parents attic
the cop then proceeds to point out the "proud parent of a dare graduate" bumper sticker and say well i guess it's time to take that off
we're ranked number 5 for having the most pot in the country for a university school. idk if i should feel worried or just plain blessed.
Just bought a disco ball for 5 dollars, of course we're drinking tonight.
there were staples in my comforter. what kind of sex did we even have?
It's like I'm in a vicious cycle of noncommittal penis.
Its a "sake bomb in the bathroom during class" kind of day.
So what's the moral standing on reading gay porn on your phone whilst sitting next to your 87 year old Grandma?
Something about Sunday night screams phone sex
I'm sure I'll run in to him again, there's only so many VA detoxes.
I have a rash on my arm from the cat litter. Think the cat will be mad that I peed in its box?
I want to get up and tell you that smells delicious but I'm struggling with the idea of pants
My good Christian morals say no, but my complete disregard of anything related to religion says yes
Live it up bro, they're always so surprised to find out you use magnums, being such a tiny man and all. It's a good thing.
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