Yours is on the dinner table...mine is in my underwear drawer.
I skipped class, don't know why though bc all I did in the meantime was cook pancakes and watch infomercials..my life sucks
is it normal that we went to that class once and both got 100's on the final? ohhhh, arizona state.
i was out of cigarettes so i took the butts out of the ashtray, emptied them out, and proceeded to roll one big Frankenstein cigarette.
So there I was.....spitting on my goldfish just to keep it alive.
He said he wouldn't use a condom because he didn't want to kill anymore trees.
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
They conduct scientific research memoirs about what sort of shit happened last night after I ate those cookies.
It was like die hard. Except with more penises.
Prop 8 repealed and I FINALLY got my period. Good day for America!!!
Okay penises are actually pretty exciting. The people attached to them are an entirely different story
so... i have a picture of you and three other girls making kissy faces at this giant stuffed banana you're holding. however, you seem to be violently screaming at it.
Those bitches did NOT have my back.
Already drunk, almost got in a fight with a bunch of irish chicks. And another with canadians. On my way to get a tattoo. I plan to regret this trip.
He made me promise not to describe his penis in detail to you....oops.
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