I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
Mass texted booty calls to all the guys I've hooked up with this year to commemorate the end of the semester.
He threw up. He never throws up. It was like finding out superman cant fly anymore. I was so sad for him.
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
I think I'm going to contact pbr and see if they'll sponsor our dreams
I'm just trying to absorb as much of the fluids from the carpet as I can.
Explain the King Dong next to my face.
It is a fiery spray of napalm-covered beautiful words that leave a flaming "fuck you" on the ground after I destroy him.
We met some guy at the beach, and dug a hole with him. He invited us to "come back at night and smoke a blunt in this hole"
I'm just that drunk tells people I love them or wants to set them on fire. Accept that.
I feel like I don't show you my boobs enough. And you deserve to see them like all the time
That time of your life is like a blur to me. There was churches, car fucking, and conservatives
Dude you where on that lil kids bike at 2 am ridin down the turning lane wearing only socks and a helmet singing born to be wild, no you weren't that fucked up
I'm just bringing him "breakfast," and breakfast may lead to lunch and dinner, but that doesn't mean I want the mealplan.
The thing about online classes is the prof can't tell this mug is full of beer.
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