I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
i now know how you feel when you have to walk me home. she ran into a streetlight and into garbage.
is it sad that I can recall my outfits by who took them off?
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
you left a paper here that says 'to do list' but it looks like you just wrote "drink a bunch of cough syrup and watch Who's the Boss" like 60 times
THC water in my coffee on the way to work. How's your Tuesday?
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
A nice make out session never hurt anyone. Plus he's a pilot, so he'll know the safety procedures for when the night crashes and burns.
Drunk yoga at 11 am turned into me sitting on the couch making fun of the girl in the instructional video. By the way, what the fuck is a third eye?
woke up with empty beer can still duct taped into my fists and the word "dove" written on the back of my neck
I'd marry him just to keep his penis in the country
Yiu ever laugh so hard you stop breathing? Turns out weed -can- kill you.
I kept screaming that he looked like Khal Drogo and rode around the bar on his back.
I realized my soar muscles form the shape of me leaning over a toilet
I collect Covid conspiracy theories like I collect Pokemon.
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