is your mom at the bar?
Hey, kurt drew a penis on you and wrote my innotals. I had nothing to do a/ that.
do you know your status is "goal for vegas: hook up with a girl AND a boy"?
and THATS why i'm not adding my mom on facebook
I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
I've just never had a dinner guest strut in, go directly to my bathroom, vomit.. then come out demanding whiskey and food.
Some girl at the bar was showing us her chipped tooth as a pick up line.
Eric and I just went in the hallway to practice our new handshake in a real life situation at live speeds. That high.
Everyone was trying to get you to do a keg stand but you refused & instead declared you could do it yourself, crouched on the keg in your 6 inch heels, leaned over, and gave yourself one.
My suggestion is that you just get high and set shit on fire
Uhm after 8 I don't recall anything. All I know is there's a picture of me playing pong with my grandmother.
So is that the only criterion for shenanigans now? Don't die?
Who looks around on a bright, sunny day and says, "you know what? Today I'm going to write gay dinosaur erotica"
I think I broke my dick but 10/10 would definitely do it again.
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