Nope it's him. He's whispering to himself and buying asparagus.
The prostitute across the street from us is having a seizure on her front lawn again.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
All I remember is this kid kept saying that he has a dream that white kids and black kids can take shots together as one, and just we'd keep drinking to that.
Can we promise no matter what that we have sex the night the Mayan calendar runs out?
Solid. Can't put a price on good times
You can and it's called a liver.
i just honestly didn't believe you when you said your brother was a fucking clown. ho shit you weren't kidding.
Sorry about flashing you in front of your mom.
What's the address and code again...does anyone need anything and why is my viking helmet on the bed?
Hey douche face I just want you to know, if you ever got hit by a bus, I'd really miss you.
Only if you died obviously.
She really has to stop the coke at some point. Won't she run out of money eventually?
Won't she run out of nose eventually?
I just told my mother my "if there are drugs I'm only taking them if I don't have to pay" rule and witnessed her perception of my shatter and crumble behind her eyes.
It's like I'm getting a welcome home parade with sex!
His acid is intense dude. I was just over at his place laughing about the hole in the wall I was convinced was a cat
I POOPED CONFETTI TOO. Ingested unacceptable amount of it oh my god can I die from this?
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