im pretty sure one of the guys i was dancing with at graffiti wrote on my back "you rock". now feel like a danced with a 5 year old.
so after the bed broke we walked out of the room to a standing ovation
blowing a .13 at 10 AM isn't nearly as cool as I thought it would be.
There are paw prints all over my ceiling.
No no no no no no.... That's my emergency bottle for when I realize I've hit rock bottom
I just don't understand how we smoked the EXACT same thing and I feel fine but Tim's over here serenading his fifth bowl of fruit loops with Elton John's entire discography.
Because guys aren't supposed to cry. Especially when it's over a dude singing a Christmas carol.
The shit I just took was four, very distinct colors. Jager night was a success
I like that you're Jewish, because you can rail me on Christmas Eve and it won't be weird.
I let my daddy issue flag fly free last night.
The extent of "getting it in" was this creepy guy sticking his finger in my bellybutton
He is what would appear if the douche troop all had rings and we summoned someone like the Captain Planet kids.
I looked like a tiger in heat. He didn't know if I wanted to fuck him or eat him.
Certain restrictions may apply. Common side effects of sex with me include unbridled joy, a healthy glow, soreness and the inability to walk for short to long amounts of time. If any of these side effects occur please consult your physician, so he/she can prescribe me a "high-five".
Question: how does one descretely ask the ice cream truck driver thats out at 10:00pm if he sells weed?
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