Can't talk. I'm at the Tulsa Sheriff's office with a bunch of rednecks. I bet I'm the only one that voted for Obama.
I bet you're the only one who could read the ballott.
Myspace is for pedophiles and tweakers in the 818 trying to hook up. I always forget theres music there too
my text book just quoted the cookie monster
it's like god just wants me to be high for five days in a row. keep the blizzards coming.
He'd bedazzaled his ass. Im not even that gay...
i found him! he's on the front porch using a bag of potting soil as a pillow. i forgot i left him there.
He made me eat donuts off his dick. donuts, jen. DONUTS.
trying to figure out what happened last night by looking around the apartment.
naked man under the piano. THE PLOT THICKENS.
I'm wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.
Sara can't come to the phone right now. She's currently having an in-depth conversation with a flower pot.
I'm literally the definition of crunk, sunburnt, and dehydrated. I'm going to die tomorrow.
How do you teach a grown ass men how to fuck? Why is good sex so hard to find these days?
I know this shouldnt be a problem, but there are too many women hitting on me. I dont know what to do
That was fun and all, but let's never have sex on a ladder ever again.
Well, I have no idea where my underwear is, so yea I would say it was a good weekend.
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