love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
His band may suck, but it's not like I'm sleeping with all of them.
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
I feel like hell. The amount of black beans I found in my hair tells me I hit rock bottom
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
I ended up with bruises on the back of my knees. Tell me again how I did this?
Even with having the shower running and music on everyone could hear the alcohol gods making me sacrifice my dignity and meals from the past week.
No. More. Tequila. Even the hot dog guy felt bad for me and you know that guy has seen some crazy shit.
Can we make a pact that if we're 40 and still sluts that aren't married we can get civil unioned the fuck up and raise an asian baby as our own?
He told me he deactivated his facebook because his girlfriend caught him wackin it to my profile picture.
10 points to you
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
Before getting out of the car, she said "Thanks for getting me off." I like how polite she is.
He is getting no nudes from me. I don't even care if I'm losing his legal advice.
Have you ever woken up and said a thank you prayer to the beer gods for allowing you to wake up in the morning and still have the ability to walk and talk? Because we should.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
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