Most awkward thing ever: Meeting your BattleShits opponent post war.
it's all just a bunch of faces and i remember what the floor looked like.
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
my life is about to be the like the hunger games except with penises. and im going to win.
Dude it was bad... like you fell asleep around the toilet after drinking from the back tank bad.
I mean there is a rehab there so its gotta be a good time
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
THERE IS WEED IN MY OVEN. HOW AM I EVER SUPPOSED TO MAKE CHICKEN PARMESAN WITH WEED IN MY OVEN.
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
Like do I send him a nude to ease his mind off his brother having a stroke? I'm not very good with words when it comes to consoling... I would be a terrible mother.
Someone just needs to roll me into a blanket burrito and feed me drugs
On a brighter more disgusting note...... I think I just shart myself but I'm too afraid to find out.
I just wish he would stop trying to bring his emotional baggage into our sexual relationship.
Let's make a rule now, to not smoke weed out of our trumpets. After tonight.
this old people party is bangin. they have apple cider with everclear in it
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