She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
I love the progression of these pictures. I go from cute to Courtney Love
We tried having a conversation with our noses.
We're going clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
What will that accomplish?
It will accomplish clubbing with matching soccer jerseys on.
when she said she was from California you started sobbing. You begged her not to melt your popsicle because you paid good money for it and you just wanted to eat it in peace.
I'm currently witnessing my drunk neighbor attempting to fold laundry on his front lawn. I think he's trying to spell out HELP.
You're going to have to tell him your name isn't Ivor McTruckson eventually.
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
Yeah even if I got stabbed it would be worth it
I never actually go in the club. I get in line, hit on a chick, and convince her to come drink all she wants for free at my house.
No you don't understand. This tree is really alive. Like in Pocahontas.
the next thing I knew, I was on the floor of a Tim Hortons bathroom in Canada.
I spend so much of my life shaving my body hair off and I want nothing more than his beard in all my hairless places.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
I'm totes in the mood to go home and like blindly inhale dangerous amounts of porn
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