so my roommate and his friend made special brownies last weekend and i unknowingly had a little bit of the batter before realising what kind of brownies they were making. i have a drug test for work soon and will this show up on the test considering i only had a little and according to my roommates friend it "wasn't really good stuff or a lot of stuff anyway"

I broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years because he doesn't care about school, and all he does is sit home and smoke pot. I'm ready for some new meat anyway.

If Flagstaff wasn't such a beautiful place, I don't think I'd still be here.

My least favorite thing in the world is when my gas feels like diarrhea and i can't tell.

yes, i am looking up how to make deep fried tequila shots at 10:52 am. i might need to rethink my priorities.

I think I may be psychic and I want to get in touch with my "abilities" but I don't know where to start. I keep having bad feelings like something is going to happen to my family. If anyone knows anybody who could help me, please leave a comment. This is a sincere confession, not someone trying to joke around. I really need help with this.

You go down on me and then leave before I cum. That's just mean girl!

Taco Bell tickles my taste buds but hurts my insides.