Dear pot, I love you, you're awesome. You make everything easier and happy and stuff... Except this morning when my alarm went off, I couldn't remember why. As a concequence I slept through my class. That's not cool. Why do you make my morning-after's groggy and stupid? I should've been at that class, I really can't afford to miss any of them. That's why I regret that I can only see you from Thursday at around noon until Sunday around 4ish. Don't get me wrong, you're great and I love you, I just need to keep my grades up and if I'm missing film screenings? I can't do that. So, I guess that's it... Until Thursday. Regretfully, N
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dont u no that pot is bad 4 u it makes u think ur pregnant and if u r such a slut nd actualy pregnant ur kid cum out wit 2 heads (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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