hey what are you doing
hooking up with some marlborough girl. shes gorgeous!
i texted you because i like you, and i told my freinds you were my fiance. but sine we're not dating you're not cheating and i'm pathetic
you were so high you were expressing yourself in action figures
We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
it's to the point where working 2 jobs this summer will absolutely not cover how much i will spend on alcohol next semester.
She's walking around topless with a bottle of red wine, crying and singing showtune ballads. This is actually an improvement.
I walked into my room to see them crying, watching hey arnold, and passing a franzia box back and forth...
In a min. With a stripper at the hospital. Business. Not pleasure.
He stood up, threw the bag of bud between me and Tory, yelled "Fight" and then ran upstairs for the pizza
Teflon bitches. Nothing fucking sticks to this kid, not even a kid. Maury Povitched this shit outta that situation.
You started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt."
Would you judge me if I made John grow a bush while he is in Cancun so he doesn't cheat on me?
I found you in the bathroom. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor wearing nothing but socks completely surrounded by broken crayons.
Don't worry, I'm taking the best gay radar in the World, my sister's boobs. All guy who is not looking at them, it's fair play for us.
I've been sleeping with the same person for about two months now, I think I know a little bit about stability and commitment.
My disapointment is making my balls hurt :(
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