I am puke
you just stared at your feet and said some shit about the molecules dancing and how you had just solved physics.
Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
You ended at least 6 stories with "and that's why I don't snort coke anymore"
And we hooked up in the carwash. I told you our creative juices were flowing today.
I don't know how it happened, one minute we were talking about Huck Finn, the next minute I was blowing him behind the corner of his apartment building.
i no longer feel bad for not doin my schoolwork. im watching a porn in french. this MUST qualify as studying.
How do you not remember seeing the kid from our chem lab table and repeatedly yelling "lab partners for life!" at him?
I would totally lead with that as a line.'So, I was on Legends of the Hidden temple as a kid.. Your place or mine?'
Final Summary: could he eat a lit sparkler? Probably. Could he do it while peeing off the roof? I'll tell you when you get to the ER.
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
We need to talk about your improper dealings with the town drug dealer.
He yelled "I'm Bruce Springsteen!" when he came. This is why I don't sleep with guys from Jersey.
p.s i need to stop drunk texting my mom. she brings up text convos all the time and i have no idea what shes talking about...
I'm reading fall out boy fanfic. What has my life come to.
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