what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
yeah seriously, fuck school. I'm changing my master's thesis question from "what are the neuropsychological correlates of antisocial personality" to "will my cat drink this beer"
the story is to long to tell you via txt so when you notice the tattoo on your ass call me.
He said he got laid, but you and i both know he was too high to leave his house.
I JUST SAW A SIGN LANGUAGE CATFIGHT
I only feel half bad for cheating on him because while we were fucking I was given great relationship advice and now I'm ready to work some things out.
and a jello shot exploded in my bra last night. Now I have blueberry smurfette boobs. Awesome.
I feel bad for her, but I feel like she's one of those resource-raping alien civilizations that visits planets, decimates them and then leaves. Those really aren't the qualities I appreciate in a friend. Ya know?
Stop calling him just to say, "my vagina misses you."
It's Jesse McGoddamn Cartney, the whole world sings that shit
Ps. I'm slapping the bag. It's an emergency.
The 666th photo in my phone is of him and if that's not a sign that he's secretly the Antichrist, idk what is. Also, bring more rum.
why did i wake up in the bathroom?
we had to stay with you a while until we convinced you it wasn't safe to wash your face, then you fell asleep with your foot in the toilet.
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
Took it for the first time last night, and i saw a giant pillsbury boy coming after me with a wrench in his hand.
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