bomb dank
lastnight was awesome. I killed at roughly 345,867 braincells and was unable to function inside 7-11. I was planning to by a candy bar, but i had to leave the store dued to my physical condition. My sweater that I let Tyler borrowed smells of dank weed...thanks a lot man, now I have to wash it right after I got it out of the washer that same day. we were blitzed.
So I came home from work today and to my suprise my house was overruned by my brother and his ghetto as friends and their hoodrat bitches. Of course the house reeks of weed, fucking rookies.
Umm, what am I suppose to do today?
So I came home from work today and to my suprise my house was overruned by my brother and his ghetto as friends and their hoodrat bitches. Of course the house reeks of weed, fucking rookies.
Umm, what am I suppose to do today?