i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I think someone spiked my drink last night. .. Like all 20 of them.
She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
I'm not to broken up about it. Our relationship was worse than a coldplay song.
This is worse that I thought. He's playing violin for me.
I remember convincing the limo driver to smoke with us and if he did I would name my first son after him.
At one point, the guy you were fucking high-fived with the guy I was fucking. We should hang out with them again?
This is how my night is going so far. The bartender bought our last two rounds and I'm chasing a bee around the bar with a foam bat.
The guy who was The Count on Sesame Street died this week too. Therefore, you should take multiple shots, count them, & go "ahh aaahh aaaahhh" after each one. I expect video...
We got a standing ovation as security was escorting us out of the ballpark, it was a proud moment
So... How much of our rent is drug money?
I barfed on the cat last night. Just wanted to share.
I'm using emojis for drug deals now. It's time to kill me.
Last night you were prentending to be a broom stick...you were laying on the floor and humming the Harry potter song.
She was shaving her legs in the neighbors pool when we found her.
Where'd she get the razor?
Not the point.
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