Yeah and Nick is shooting his loaded 9mm in his backyard.
every time i drive by the road she lives on, i scream in the car "i'm sorry i'm sleeping with your boyfriend!" makes me feel less whore-y.
Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
if you find a joe biden blowup doll in the attic, I call dibs
you know that annoying kid in my psych class? accidentally hit him in the face with a door today. perfect end to the semester.
There's a high school volleyball camp on campus this summer. I'm definitely going to jail.
Also, just saw a kid in a gorilla costume being questioned by a boardwalk cop. I love ocean city.
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
there's another hole in my ceiling...someone fell through the attic this time....
it was all good until he screamed "for fraaannnceee" on his last thrust
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
the chips you spilled whiskey on is not the same thing as Irish breakfast potatoes
How is it that I've hooked up with not one but two guys in the children's section of a bookstore tonight?
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
I smell of tequila and Im going to a funeral. This is my life.
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