i fuckib htae you, you church bitch.
he got wood on it!
i know. i had to sit in his lap on the plane. he also wore teva sandals.
...i was talking about hockey
C thinks vomiting on the batroom floor = reaon not to party. Lies. Party continues.
Hey, kurt drew a penis on you and wrote my innotals. I had nothing to do a/ that.
i had the deer in headlights look when she walked in and i was digging in her hamper
My parking ticket this morning was 30bucks. I feel like I'm paying the city to fuck you.
That's the last time I try to be adventurous at a gas station
the choice between paying your electricity bill and getting herpes medicine is a tough one.
at the hospital. he locked himself in the kitchen, said he was making beer batter shrimp. don't know if it's the mercury poisoning, alcohol poisoning or second degree burns they're holding him for, but i've got a pretty guess.
You puked on my feet last night. You owe me a pedicure.
it's taken me 3 hours to eat this pudding cup. I think I am melting.
Trying not to look at her chest is like trying to not hear a fire engine racing by.
Guess who just sucked off 1/5 of one direction?
It is unclear if my flaming esophagus is hangover induced.
But you''re still having sex with him. And a hobo convinced you to.
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