Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
He adopted an old drug sniffing dog so that he won't lose his weed around the house anymore. It works.\n
no. you're not making a beach trip out of my abortion.
Drunk you is everything I aspire to be in life.
I had to break up with him he didn't understand my priorities. I'm sorry but Saturday nights are for pot and Doctor Who. I'm not going to change who I am.
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
I'm seeing double so when I get home can we have a threesome?
What kind of paramedic is he, some dude is dying back there and he's trying to get laid
I had sex upstairs in my parents house, and my mom texted me and said "those raccoons are out of control in the walls."
i was so high when i left this morning that rather than make sandwiches i threw bread and peanut butter in my backpack. a whole loaf. and a whole jar
don't let your emotions get tangled in that sexy beard of his.
I threw up in my 8 AM. Morale is low.
Regardless I WANT TO BE YOUR SEX DISPENSARY. that is like the career I was born for.
I told him I thought I was pregnant and he told me he accidentally killed my bird.
Circle of life.
Randomize
