Hey sorry about saying i hated you. it was the coke and the ice cream.
What are you doing?
High. Watching Billy Mays infomercials...
That guy could sell me cancer.
Fake titties should be able inflate and deflate like tires. So on Saturday you can put on your Double D hooker titties or Sunday put on your size B church tits.
The child next door sounds like he's having vigorous sex in the backyard and it's making me very, very uncomfortable. I don't want to look.
Myspace is for pedophiles and tweakers in the 818 trying to hook up. I always forget theres music there too
so far i wrote 500 words for a paper on sean paul performing we be burnin..i can officially do anything on adderral
I'm about to cry with happyness at the beer that will be consumed
I had such a pleasant walk of shame. The sun was shining, I smiled at all the high school suckers who judged me on their way to school, and I made friends with an old guy and his dog.
Depending on which video of him streaking you watch, you can see me passed out in the front row.
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
You tried to fight someone about spaghetti o’s?
That hungover.
its a recording of you guys having sex?!
its actually 30 minutes of him begging and then 2 minutes of sex.
We can have bacon on the roof while tanning
Moms passed out wet and naked in a rocking chair again....
Legit hope my Trump humping Brother dies of this shit so I can stop pretending to still love him.
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