I'm like a rollypolly, I only open my legs up when I feel safe.
alone in the kitchen at 4 am eating a hotdog.
i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
it felt like a thousand fairies were licking my balls.
you know who we are? We're the female white stoner version of Kenan and Kel.
I apparently started to text you last night. All it said was 'the whole clam'. I hope that means something to you.
I invented the best game. It's called "what touched my exposed nutsack?" It can range from pillows to toothbrushes
Definitely want to eloquently cunt punt those bitches thru the field goals of life.
did you know that my friend knows a guy with 3 balls what the actual fuck
I said geronimo as I came I'm not sure if he appreciated the doctor who reference or was just confused
The only math I use in every day life is figuring out how much I can spend on alcohol and still have money to pay my bills. High school lied to us.
I feel like my stoner spirit animal is Janice from the muppets.
I woke up with a hangover and a man bun. Reached over to drink water and accidentally chugged raspberry vodka. So there's that.
You've reached your one pic per night limit. To increase your limit, start conversations before 9 and submit your request for an additional pic before 10.
If that pentatonix bullshit is playing when I get home we're breaking up
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