i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
She has an album entitled "my photography", which consists of about 80 different pictures of a tractor that she took on her cell phone. I'm all for freedom of expression, but come on.
I feel like banging her is an expected thing. But banging you would be like getting a 36 on the ACT.
And I was the only one who felt it was dangerous to set the tv and blender on the ledge of the hot tub
the cop cuffed us all with 40's still taped to our hands
I always know the weekend is over when the real license comes out and the fake goes back into the hiding spot.
I remember three things: you falling down an entire flight of stairs, me stripping out of your Christmas one-sie to do cartwheels in my underwear, and people standing above me saying, "where did that bump on her head come from?"
Also, I was told I kept the antlers on the entire time. I'm deeming last night a success.
If there was a saddle on his sack, she would ride it.
I wasn't a groupie because I didn't carry his guitar home
I was going to say I needed the exercise but now all I can think about is BJs
My work here is done
She's legally too young to drink and was making out with a guy who is ethically too old to drink.
It was a simpler time. With fewer STDs.
He ain't mine yet. Gotta have a third date before I pee on him and mark territory.
Oh. Wait. That happened on the second date.
She did what?
Who. The correct term is she did who.
Did you see him? The correct term is definitely what.
so on the street and some kid is chanting "cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!" while pumping his fist in the air. i agree.
Randomize
