you made cement angels. it was a great sight.
your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
The police scanner is talking about you again....
Ps if we're still living vicariously through each other, you had sex on a beach last night
don't think this is any sort of attachment thing but if I'm going to throw up regularly at your house, I'm going to keep a tooth brush there
Tell your boss that he's keeping you from eating a fuck sundae off of these 36-24-36 34 D's waiting for you at home on Valentine's Day.
just had to make the 420 edibles gluten free and kosher for passover.
Not only was there cake on the wall but someone shoved cake and meat in a cup and put it in the fridge.
It's only been a week and i've already broken my no summer randoms rule twice.
You should've come to the party. It was like an identity parade of everyone you screwed last year.
God he's so convenient, drugs, an parties all in one person. He's like the Walmart of delinquency.
guys with girlfriends don't have a leg to stand on when they get mad at you for fucking other guys
Couch. On fire.
I believe the only reason I am slightly functional right now is the leftover drugs in my nose that I keep sniffing
he would NOT stop making out with my stomach! creeeeeepy
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