Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
the not having weed thing wouldnt be nearly as tragic if it wasnt the one holiday where they launch bright flaming things into the air
I feel so much closer to you now that I heard your poop splash into the toilet.
I DONT WANT TO PLUS I THINK I FLUSHED MY KEYS DOWN THE TOILET WHILE I WAS PEEING
It's just like riding a bike. Only it's a dude's face.
At orientation, some girl is asking, loudly, where she can get weed. Everyone looks discussed but are paying very close attention to people's answers.
Well apparently I decided it was easier I piss in the trash can at waffle house than In the toilet. Would've been ok if the trash can was in the bathroom.
HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES AND SAY GOODBYE TO THE REMAINDER OF YOUR INTEGRITY
You can't just beat off while driving someone else's car. Thats a rule
Thats your rule and this car is nice
Me too, I feel like I pinched your nipples excessively. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but in retrospect I'm not so sure.
Can't decide if this guy is hot or if I'm just bored.
Sex is clearly the solution either way.
You came into the club around midnight with a carton of tropicana o.j. & said you were starting a revolution.
It's difficult to focus on bonds when you know your classmate peed in your mouth
might I remind you I fucked a 21 year old and almost did coke with strangers? you definitely came out on top
Anyone who does not know who Paul McCartney is does NOT get to put hands in my pants
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