apparently i peed in my fridge last night because my vegetable drawer was filled with it.
no. you can't hotbox the world.
I may or may not be drunk driving a golf cart. Vegaaaassssssss.
It made me think of you cause he just screamed "CAPTAIN PLANET" a lot and kicked people in the balls.
you threw up into the pocket of your shirt. which was pretty damn polite
Nope. If I'm going to drive an hour to fuck a teacher, it will NOT be missionary thats for damn sure.
I just masturbated to a Jock Jams cd. What have you done today?
pro-tip: weed infused snickerdoodles are far less conspicuous to eat at work than brownies. no one ever suspects the snickerdoodle.
He is currently pregaming mini golf. MINI GOLF.
What if we made a bunch of weed butter and then poured the butter into tiny rectangular molds and then chilled it so it was solid again and then wrapped it with the tin foil wrapping from restaurant butter and then left them at restaurants and wreaked utter havoc.
I had to wash my hair with conditioner because my sister got hammered and gave the dog a 3am sprinkler bath with my shampoo.
she pretty much pinned my hand to her boob "on accident" for like 10 seconds before she moved. Waiting the rest of the night was just a formality.
I thought you couldn't go near Germans after that restraining order
Fast is cars. Home is I now. Drunk yoda me is.
And when were you going to tell me to stop dancing on his coffee table singing "come on irene?"
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