So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
id tell you what to do, but my morals dont exactly scream, "Listen to this guy!"
around noonish you got carried out for spitting water and throwing cups at old people...
So does it count as really great road-head if he ran over 3 mailboxes before realizing he was off the road?
Why does he only make me orgasm when I'm about to break up with him?
I ran a string through all of my old vicodin bottles and strung them on the tree. Tis the season.
I can't even go pee because I'm making sure he doesn't run off somewhere naked.
I just helped a group of highschool stoners find a safe place to smoke I feel like a responsible rolemodel
I wish a box of wine came w a hose. It'd be so much easier to drink from.�
I had fun watching you interact with the world around you. Like a fuckin 8 year old kid who just discovered build a bear but really wants a cigarette.
Did you take the bag w/your drugs & cookie cutter?
I’m a coke loving, addy selling, pot smoking CRIMINOLOGY major. If there isn't irony in that I give up.
All I got was pictures of my boss and dicks. So, that was the end of snapchat.
there is a guy with a glowstick staff outside my house
I fit in backpacks. BOOM HERE I AM! Like a stripper from a cake.
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