This Week I went to Outdoor school Camp with my grade.My teacher was in a Field talking to his Girlfriend at 11:30 pm, my friend and I were suspicious so we flashed a flaslight in the eyes of my teacher and they were closed. We Burst out laughing I said'His having phone sex'. So the Next Day I went around and told EVERYONE in my grade what happened last night. I said to them 'on the count of 3 we'll say MR. GIBSON were you MASTERBATING last night. My teacher we so red, it was fucking Hilarious
smoke weed, which leads to sitting around and becoming bored once you sober up, which leads to smoking more weed, which leads to ns, which leads to smoking more weed, which leads to eating, which leads to smoking more weed, which leads to spankin it, which once again, yes you guessed it, leads to smoking more weed.........
....i think i just found out why i smoke too much weed
'Fuck that song. I don't even like that song. That songs for the ladies......FUCK THEM! You know what I'm gonna do instead of that song? ANOTHER SONG!'
-Dave Grohl, Foo Fighters
well i have a routine... instead of studying for the tests that will soon excavate my asshole i do the following: i take a nailgun and secure each toe to the floor. after that i reach into a barrel filled with fire ants and drop a handful down my pants. while the ants eat through my nut sack i take one bottle of kahluah in my right hand and a bottle of sobe in my other and use one to try and smash all of the ants while beating myself unconscious with the other. if i dont pass out, i break the bottle make a small incision in my forearm and use the blood to write out copies of emily dickinson poems on my wall.
Silly Rabbits. Pink is for cheese! –stevexs2
you bettter still have my jagermeister shirt, or I'll fucking drive a train through your anus. – jibtech
numbers are for jewish investment bankers - sleezemcfly
Somedays I like it crunchy, other days I take it up the ass! - Lanemeyers
I take pictures, play guitar, sit and stare and think and go outside to look for something to do only to realize that there is nothing to do so i go inside and then i sit
(trust me, the '' things aren't actually there)
tramp, skateboard, newschoolers, mtn bike, golf, guitar, download shit, this jsut basically becomes what i do when im not skiing. oh yah, i go to friends houses and party. but thats kinda incinuated
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: [pointing his gun] Say 'what' again. SAY 'WHAT' AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time! Brett: He's b-b-black... Jules: Go on. Brett: He's bald... Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? Brett: NO! Jules: Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? Brett: I didn't! Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
BFSC WE DO IT FROGGY STYLE
read posts like this, ponder about why I'm missing another class, try to not whack it, listening to music, cleaning my dorm room, watch ski movies, download videos from this site, or just grab a pop and watch some TV
I'm the Wright kinda guy
You know what FINE stands for right?
'and it was good'