i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
he doesn't have near as many excuses as you..and his are usually pretty legit. like "i'm having a baby." that's pretty legit.
Family of uber douches all wearing ed hardy in a hummer taking up 2 parking spots at starbucks. Please be more cliche
So I guess I passed out face first on the ground while trying to grill last night
I just looked at the guy in the car next to me and he was wearing a divers mask. We just nodded cause we both understood.
Highlight of my night: you taking that shot of garlic butter and then throwing the empty container down on the stairs and saying FUCK.
Seriously. Texted me 4 times and that didn't wake me up so he nicely called and left a voicemail saying he WOULD call me 8 times. So when he called back I answered.
It is no longer St. Patrick's Day. I should NOT still have green boobs!
Now that I've quit blow, I think I'm allergic to my cat....
I never saw such an emotional argument over yellow vs. spicy mustard.
It's dollar drink night and I have my honors society initiation tomorrow. Somehow I think this will not end well.
I'm never going to adult. I'm staying a child. The only thing related to adult that I want to do is you.
I'm torn between regretting everything and regretting nothing.
You spilt a drink on my couch, then used my dog to mop it up... you called her a mop dog, repeatedly
So I thought you might like to hear how I went to sams club to print some pictures and suddenly there was 20 pictures of your dick and my snatch on the screen
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