Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
I feel like a bad episode of csi trying to figure everyone's DNA that's in me
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
I don't think he understands the importance of corndogs. Or condoms for that matter.
He just sent me a winky face in the middle of setting up a drug deal. You don't do that.
Dude, just look at these fucking curtains and chill out.
he asked if i wanted their team name to be " Amandas angels" or " Fuk budies" either way an intermural softball team of all my hook ups from spring semester is just depressing. convenient but depressing
I feel a bullet train of disappointment headed in your direction.
The less money I spend on drugs, the happier my mom will be.
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
He's passed out. He nodded his head when I asked if he's alive though...so there's that
I wish I saved his nudes so I could anonymously submit them to his tumblr
When you get shitfaced you find strippers when I get shitfaced I speak to woodland creatures, do you see the dilema?
You threw up at the outdoor bar and it was pretty...astonishing just how much can come out of such a small human.
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