You can’t get pregnant, I smoke a lot of weed, my sperm is too stoned to...
My favorite memory of you is driving home at 1 am and seeing you in a leather...
Oh man, the stories I could tell you
I hate going on a long, productive, feel-good run. Then run into stoners, and get pass out high. Then come home and eat more than what you burned off. no self control walk to mulbs and buy candy bars over candy bars.