Hi Jason, it's Liz. We dont need you to pick us up anymore. I dont care if you will be here in a milisecond. And you should know im wearing really amazing shoes.
Omg. There's def a kid, like 10 years old, sitting in a buggy at wal mart holding a sign that reads "I can't behave"
i feel like when youre not in my profile picture no one knows who i am.
we ike ciroccccc we love patroneeeee shost shothosthsothosthostsssss veryboyddddyyyy
go home
You tired to make Beefaroni in the Mr. Coffee machine.
we may have ended up at a gay bar on accident. we're gonna work this to get free drinks.
my night ended in me puking all over jenna's bed, then me trying to wash the sheets in the toilet.
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
I just found a video on my phone from last night of you yelling, "you can't fuck me!" at least 20 times
I'm offering you baseball tickets and my vagina, isn't that enough?
We held a candle light vigil outside the jail hoping for her release, until we realized we were drunk in the jail parking lot.
Although I'm glad you didn't let my climb in the sink, I really wish you would have let me pretend to be a duck in the shower for a little longer
words I never want to hear dad say again: "Trevor you sexy man you"
I know you just got bad medical news... But want some moonshine?
I'm eating dinner with his parents and my phone goes "MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY!" Thanks.
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