I see my mary-anne walkin' awa-y-y! Bow Nahw now new, ne ne ne ne ne, ne ne nehw, ne ne new new Nah dan ah bwawn-now, ba bwan'll buh dada bwiddly doo.
That was supposed to be me air guitaring the solo from More than A Feeling
1. No more tequila 2. Why do you let me say slutty things? 3. I woke up and our apartment was covered in cake? 4. Love you
Part in the USA is on your top 25 most played on iTunes. you have NO RIGHT to judge me.
when your english prof writes "this was a real good paper" on your essay, you know you're at the wrong college
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
My coke dealer 411'd my work number just to see how I was doing and gave me his new number. He must miss my business
I'm playing a little game called "how many shots of jack can I take before I become a shit show tonight". All front row seats are sold out.
I still love him regardless of his misguided forays into heterosexuality
in case you were wondering, even a BJ under a blanket on the back of a bus only lifts a 14-hour bus ride to borderline tolerable.
You always have that cute deer in the headlights look. Thats what made showing you my penis for the first time so disconcerting.
I already googled the effects of Molly with my antibiotics, I should be fine.
Why is there even a knowledge base for that?!
You Just stopped dancing, looked at me and said "I'm gonna make it rain" Then shook the open box of crunch berries everywhere.
Please don't judge me for my hormonal purchase, judge me for my awesome rack.
There's a bull to ride and dancing on the bar is encouraged. This is my heaven. And this is why god made leopard tube tops.
Fuck the walk of shame. I make this shit glorious.
The fact that you arent wearing shoes probably just adds to the classiness
Condom wrapper stuck to my shirt ups the anty
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