i used to make all kinds of awesome food for my ex when he was high.. still my ex though. but there's a restaurant in chattanooga, tn that's open 24/7 and delivers 24/7... steaks, pancakes... anything you can ask for.
I know the feeling, 1:08. All of these drunk texts that we see from the 845? It's as if we can pinpoint which town/city they're from and, at the very least, what group of friends they hang out with.
(11:54 here) see? and he broke up with me for no reason! i won't even list what i cooked for him after i worked all day and all he did was sit on the porch and smoke., glad to see there's a few that would appreciate it.
i legit made fucking pancakes tonight while stoned - like 30+ delicious pancakes,
and no one wanted them besides me and my friend.
i was like: 'wtf, is this college?'
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