I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
We woke up, fucked, and shared a piece of my sister's first communion cake for breakfast.
And you thought you were going to hell last weekend.
We were all singing so you said you were going to play a percussion instrument... the crackers.
You held your own hair and threw up into a red cup...I think they were more amazed than upset.
5 out of the 6 of them cut their hands while trying to shot gun the beer, I had never seen balls attached to such patheticness
i'm using salt from the free peanuts to stop the bleeding.
It's one of those mornings when I woke up thinking that i really shouldn't have hooked up with my ex boyfriend's girlfriend just to prove a point.
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
Getting high magically turns headaches into rainbows.
I just fully woke up, never smoking that much weed again. I had stress dreams about your house being surrounded by a lake and we kept losing our cars in it.
I heard you shushing me, but my screaming orgasm drowned it out.
Not remembering where I left my grinder before vacation #stonerproblems
You were yelling at the mannequin and saying "DON'T LOOK AT ME"
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
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