Gonna be late. Someone jumped in front of our train.
normal stoners make pot brownies. gay stoners make pot chocolate covered cherries on a cinnamon graham cracker crust which by the way are very effective.
If it looks like I didn't change from last night, it's because I didn't.
Note to self: when drunk try to remember that ctrl, alt and dance doesnt exist on a keyboard.
Julian told me all the fish in his pond died and he didn't know when or how. I didn't have the heart to tell him he drunkenly peed in the pond on Saturday as everyone cheered him on.
It's like his dick is pushing through his pants and driving him over here.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
I forgot to tell you about my 7:30am Sunday morning run to the local convenience store to buy condoms, a du-rag and a shot glass
Fuck you, you can't judge me til you've smelt my boobs.
We were walking home from Pluckers (read carrying your drunk ass) and out of nowhere you yelled "Say bitch you got a Facebook?" at a random chick walking by.
That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days.
Got home and told boyfriend what happened. He was like "you made out with a guy you call Balls Deep?" and hi-fived me.
Why'd you print out every dick pic you've ever received and tape them to the bathroom walls?
Hope you are okay. You were running down the street with shopping cart at one point and yelling "bitches aint shit!"
so i put my jacket on last night that you wore last weekend, and reach inside the pockets and find them full of goldfish...
the snack that smiles back:)
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