Fuck, this time of night no one has much useful to say. Post, reply, and be glad you aren't the only one awake. By the way I dought she'll have much luck gettin the pigs to run prints over this.
andruejaysin Reviewed by andruejaysin on . so this really isn't about weed, but it is an experience. At this local resturaunt a band was playing and my friend invited me to go. When we got there it was pretty cool and stuff... then my grandma calls my cell phone (actually my mom's cellphone, but she gave it to me so I couls call her when I was ready to leave) She wanted me to tell my mom that "the boxes are at my house" I was like WTF? After asking her several times I realise it means that my mom's (she's a slut) boyfriend is at home... Then this guy I'm with at the band thing asks to talk Rating: 5