Dood you jacked it to warcraft. you can't come back from something like that
the only thing i remember last nigh is talking to some chick for thirty minutes about cheese.
dude he was laying on two half-naked chicks, as they rubbed him down with lotion, while rolling a joint. hes like a modern-day african king
he gave me a new purse full of weed and five boxes of samoas for my birthday. best boyfriend ever.
You'd be proud of me. They tried to give me bread to sober up, but I told them no, im on a diet.
Aaaand my life has been reduced to whether I can reach to flush my puke down the toilet using my foot. The answer is yes.
I have the slightest memory of swinging a bag full of condoms over my head...
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
She called me her guardian angel after I picked her phone up from the river of pee coming from her front porch.
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
Also, the greatest of ironies: I got shampoo confiscated by security while Corey managed to get pot through. MERICA!
So...guess who had sex tied to the ladder of a caboose under the stars in Joshua Tree? This bitch
That's a lot of people she's fucked in one picture.
After we had breakup sex it took him longer to say goodbye to my boobs than it did to me...
You have not lived until you've had your brains fucked out on a broken down Tunnel of Love ride. Life is good.
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