So I have exactly 420 dollars saved up in tips from the past week. I win, and I take that as a sign from god that I am allowed to use that money to buy drugs.
the brownie started to kick in before i finished the essay... it became a race against my own increasing intoxication
He didn't seem too mad about the puke on the side of his car. You still have a chance.
The secrurity code on my debit card is 420, can not lose this card.
He has a clip art-style heart tattooed on his hip. I hated him way before I saw his tiny dick.
Yes my plan is to drink the college out of me so i can be an adult by monday
Memorial weekend is going to be amazeballs. Jungle juice, drunk guys, and my vagina being stimulated by the vibrations of a 4 wheeler. I mean there is no way that can go wrong.
Actually, considering the facts that I am wearing a duct tape dress and eating a gas station quesadilla, I am pretty good.
Normal vaginal pH: 3.8 to 4.5. Of course it tastes like a 9-volt. I could run a potato clock on that thing.
I ripped the door frame off last night too. Just remembered.
The feeling are messing with the penis
Sailor Jerry came over for the evening. It was a magical evening. I didn't even get puke in the house.
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
If you ever tell anyone I offered you boob squeezes for cheetos, I'll kill you
Remember, I smoked so you wouldn't have to. I'm like the Jesus of Marijuana.
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