I can hear the grilled cheese talking to me. "Let me in there!" they wanna get inside me
somehow in between the body shots the bong hits and trying to convince the 7-11 lady to let me fill up my vodka bottle with cherry slurpee. i misplaced my car.
I'm home alone watching The Hills seasons, eating pickles and drinking straight rye. I just googled "how to make friends". Probably not the most pro-active solution. Help.
billy ray cyrus is narrating a show on the history channel. my iq cant decide whether to go up or down.
I don't plan to be alive for 2010 so ima say this 12 hours early. Happy New Year bitches
Bro, he broke his neck diving into a kiddy pool.
I try new drugs instead of new boys. That way you can't scold me about the importance of condoms
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
You guys wanna start around 10:30 tomorrow?
We can start at 5am for all I care. You ask like I have plans.
Ive done some fucked up shit, but last night was the first I have Poured milk on anothers mans face in the shower.
Maybe she'll change her mind but the "go fuck yourself" doesn't seem promising
He's slurring his text. I didn't think that was possible.
My blue shorts are now brown from all the stripper fake tan
Me and my liver are not on speaking terms.
It smells like grilled cheese and sexual frustration
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