As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
what are u so afraid of ive smelled ur poop before
dude i feel like at any given point 3/5 of that family is trying to fuck you
Sorry I pulled the thermostat off the wall..
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
In a strange taxi 3059. Battery dying I'm dying. Bye.
You get to be the grown up. Leave a ciabatta by his face.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
Hey I came back and we made joints with the breathalyzers the cops left last night.
I just got a lecture from your coked out sister about the monetary value of Dothraki hair braids. Take her home.
The pee I just pissed was about 7% better than the one at your house. But both are pretty far up there.
Do you remember the guy that smelled like hot dogs?
Sorry. We had to leave because I knocked a guy out for saying "yolo".
Step 1: Buy a house Step 2: Turn bedroom into sex dungeon
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