We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
Dude, she knew her leg was on fire and she kept dancing. Bad-fucking-ass.
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
i spent an hour trying to convince my psychiatrist that the fact that i showed up for my appointment drunk was progress, and she does not agree
Im sitting in church with a backpack full of beer bottles. This is friendship.
I just wrote "where Jason is" on the screen. He guessed "hospital" correctly.
He was so good, that I'm pretty sure he fucked his religion into me. P.S. I'm Jewish now.
The bald eagles cry cause u drink canadian beer.
Most desperate stoner moment; dropped our hard earned resin ball in the sand, rinsed it off and then did knife hits in the kitchen cuz we broke our only pipe
I am taking a candle lit bath, blasting some tupac and smoking a fat bowl. This is how every night should end. Did you go take a piss in his car yet?
I just wish he would stop trying to bring his emotional baggage into our sexual relationship.
I just found a nug casually in my room under my duffel bag. Is this a sign I need help?
I'm dancing with a sandwich I just made cause I'm so happy how delicious it tastes, that high haha
I just woke up, dressed as Chris Brown, with a bunless hot dog (presumably from 7/11) in my pocket, wearing a pair of shoes I don't recognize as my own. Help.
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