I'm pretty sure that every show on ABC Family could be turned into a drinking game.
You deserve yourself a blunt and a build a bear.
My new excuse for sleeping with him was in celebration of his cat's birthday.
I saw him on the jumbotron, its like god doesnt want me to forget his tiny penis
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
He's yummy.
HE'S GAY. AND 40.
Irrelevant.
i walked in on you eating. you had the fridge wide open and you were rotating between steak and handfuls of captain crunch.
I was literally convinced that the turkey wrap i was eating was keeping me alive. And i couldnt have been happier. That high.
I may not have eyeballs after all the drunk naked people having sex outside.
You take a step back sometimes and are like "when was the last time I was sober?" or "wow I need to stop putting everything in my vagina"
Is this an intervention?
Hahah. They reconnected again?
Like with his penis I guess
should i save it for someone special or be a feminist and be like "my vagina doesnt define me"
who are you talking about my vagina to?!
The worst thing about having to live at your parents again is the struggle to make up more excuses to cover up the booty calls.
sober me doesnt really want him anymore, but when drunk me takes over, she might want him, and god only knows the shit that might happen with drunk me.
Randomize
