For real. Like, if I ever had to choose a last meal, I would just choose to get high and eat whatever was around.
i just googled the alphabet. i couldnt remember if it was jklomnop or jklmnop.
So there is a guy driving a robot around the college of engineering selling energy drinks
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
I was actually high enough at that point that I was just casually following your glowing footsteps like in Avatar while we ran from the cops.
I remember tearing his shower curtain down but I don't remember trying to shave my vag...
Being thankful with your family is one thing. Being thankful with your friends while getting drunk and smoking bowls while eating leftovers, priceless.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
When you give the bridesmaid toast someday at my wedding I need you to quote Ricky Bobby in some form. And slip in your sister has the vagina of awesomeness. That is all.
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
Okay. So my choices are the sleeping Guy who looks about twelve and a man that looks like he was the original sandman. Im gonna need a beer for this......
If I got everything I wanted in the world, I would have been forcing soup down your throat hours ago
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
She invited us over for cocaine and donuts
I tried to cut you?! I'm sorry! PS where's my hair?
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