so after the mtv ema’s, i snuck into a 21+ afterparty hosted by snoop dogg in an amsterdam nightclub, right? well. i made it to the front of the crowd. i was this close to snoop dogg. he passed me a joint. it was amazing.
then i decided it wasn’t enough. you see, snoop was on this platform seperated from the rest of the club. on this platform was a lot of leather couches and hot people with drinks. so i went to the side of the club and pretended my friend was on the platform. the giant 7 feet tall guard miraculously let me through and i was in the vip section with snoop dogg
i was literally the only one there who wasn’t on the guest list. i had some boy pour me drinks (which turned out to be PURE VODKA) and it took me an hour of socializing with strippers and models to figure out that everyone’s alcohol WAS ON TABS and that since i wasnt on the vip list I DIDN’T HAVE A TAB
i left and then i realized i stole snoop dogg’s alcohol
this has been my story
when you make a joke and someone tells you “that’s not very nice”
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I AM
you forgot your
5 Seconds of Every #1 Billboard Hot 100 Hit From 1993-2011
I can hear the exact moment I hit sixth grade.
The minute Soulja Boi came on I actually started crying tears of laughter. I knew that WHOLE DANCE.
Who’s driving the car?
The Spirit of Jazz and the Knowledge of Impending Racism
I still don’t understand why political parties are called “parties”. like where is the beer? who wants to pop bottles? why isn’t barack playing pong with me? did Romney just roll a joint? nobody knows
can you even sue the president like what if you tried to sue obama and you just got a letter back saying “no” and he came to your house and did the worm