That's intense
I am in a vortex of obligation.
I asked her if she had any t-shirts of bands that didn't suck. I got a Sublime shirt and my answer.
Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
You know that it's no longer pregaming if you don't go anywhere, right? That's just drinking alone.
no more everclear, i just stood next to the toilet and peed my pants. then went back to the party soaking wet.
You are the sheppard guiding my vagina away from horrible decisions.
She just tagged pictures of you wrapped in the "above the influence banner" like a toga.
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
We had to leave after he was in the middle of the street yelling "Balls of Steeeeeeeeel!!"
Okay. How did someone manage to piss on TOP of a urinal? What giant is roaming around with a prick five feet from the ground?
"Where are you? Where are my keys? What is this guys name again? Why am I wearing two pairs of your pants?"
If you magically turned into a tall white gay guy, ignore this message. If not, then I'm sure someone has your fb password.
I have done everything sexualally imaginable with that umpalumpa
Im crying watching 9/11 footage eating spray can cheese in my pajamas.
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