I'm currently imdbing Helena Bonham Carter to see if there are any pictures of her that don't scare the crap out of me.
Good luck with that.
Man now I have poo on my blackberry!!!
brownberry?
She called me Jeff during sex, I just kept going like nothing happened. To think, if I was a woman that would be a problem.
I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
I woke up because I was nodding to the dream question of "would you like a sombrero?"
I cant. There's fences everywhere and I think I have a boyfriend. Its fabulous.
I guess he was telling a totally normal story about being a lifeguard and I wouldn't stop screaming "THAT'S LUDICROUS" at random intervals.
You better fuck one or both of those bitches and bring me pictures that will make me uncomfortable
I can do at least one of those things.
Also I just learned you, Samantha, and I three-way made out at my Halloween party. News to me.
So here's my pathetic thought of the day: what does it smell like to be sober?
just passed the gas station where we took pregnancy tests. memories.
She's got Mike in the bathroom. He's covered in meat.
It was a simpler time. With fewer STDs.
I was not drunk. There was Star Wars, sex, and baby oil.
Highlight of the day: got a bunch of drunks to sing baby shark.
Randomize
