just because she blew him doesn't mean she knows his name.
12 garbage cans filled with water, a beer can floating in every garbage can, 20 ft. apart and you shoot with dodge balls..and thats only how the night began
Wednesdays are like the thursdays of tuesdays... Drink time
I demand visitation hours with the duck.
Did you know there's no emoticon to really tell you that I just consumed a magic brownie?
I feel like all of the victims from Seven. Best birthday weekend ever.
Dunno yet. Probably just gonna play the s.t.d. russian roulette game with random bartenders at the beach again. Same 'ol same 'ol
how many ponies have to be on my pajama pants to convince him im gay?
i think we need a new approach.
The ketchup exploded, and totally splooged his face and the wall. You could see the outline of his head in the wall splatter.
Lol what? Monday night impromptu acid drop was the alternative.
She told him that she never wanted to see him again then took his takeout box of bacon cheddar fries and got in the uber saying "for feminism"
I'm the only person I know who could have actual sex and then dream about my vibrator.
dude the last time we saw him was 2 nights ago when he was yelling that the trees were naked or some shit then he ran into the forest. I think its time for a search party
It's official. I have spent more money on weed than on textbooks this semester.
Something in me snapped and now I’m just googling famous vegans.
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