Im a photoshop master, i successfully reduced the size of the pupils of all the girls I made out last night with to prove they were not that drunk. So glad the camera goes home with me.
I think jizz is working it's way to becoming my number 1 food source.
failed my one goal of the day: wake up before 2 pm.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
You're the only person that can successfully use titties and Jesus in the same sentence.
She asked if I could convince him so shave that shit off his face so he'll have a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid.
I'm gonna rob all up in that cradle
CAN I EVER JUST MAKE OUT EITH SOMEONE AND NOT GET FRIEND REQUESTED BY THEM THE NEXT DAY.
I look like shit btw. Like the joker from Batman.
I'm not sure how that's possible unless you put on face paint. Which I would respect.
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
The toilet wouldn't flush at the club so I literally just shat in the garbage.
I remember puking but I don't remember where. PSA: don't go barefoot around the house
It would be magical, all 2 min of it.
yep, just sat in the backseat of my car for about five minutes looking for the vodka soaked underwear,when i came to the realization that i really gotta start getting my shit together..
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