The crowing achievement of my life is still the time I made a 3 course meal out of things I found in the dumpster.
he keeps his weed in a birkenstock shoe box. its like, we get it, youre from oregon.
For a second, I wondered if I could smoke pizza.
Either I'm losing my touch or ED is running rampant in 20 something men now
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Thanks for stopping me from letting that 14 year old feel my boobs. Thanks.
its so hard to text. the buttons are tickling my fingers
To do list: put blue gatorade in a windex spray bottle. spray it into my mouth in public so people think i'm drinking windex.
As your attorney I advise you to rage rapidly
Let's just say I've never been so continually aware of my nipples before.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
Dude. You stood in a corner laughing your ass off while folding clothes, facing the wall. Yes, they were weed brownies..
party devolved into two exes battling with Cal's tiki torches, and the lawn being set on fire kinda sorta and then we all hula'ed... hulaed?
I need to hire someone full-time to slap food and dick away from me.
I promised her before I left that I'd make good choices and then got drunk and fucked my best friend and her boyfriend.
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