just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
can't make this up: he's writing lyrics for the musical reenactment of how he met her @ an anime convention to perform at their wedding. yes, there'll also be dance routines involved.
her moans were so awkward that i kept asking "what" when she'd say my name...
The forest. Magic mushrooms. Wind trees leaves sky. That is alll.
He came to my house drunk at two a.m., got in the hot tub, refused to get out until he smoked a blunt, and said "That's what brothers and sisters are for."
I'm not afraid to fist fight your child if I feel he is standing in between me and some tacos.
I'm riding shot gun after Shawn took a dump in a happy meal box because we were making record time.
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
One minute you were celebrating, the next you were bleeding all over your Nikes.
i can't hookup with him because someone else bit my vagina
I seriously feel like I just crawled out from under a shit covered rock. I'm NEVER drinking like that again...well, not for alteast a solid 3 hours.
I did what i always do when i miss him; masturbate and watch Bridges of Madison County.
She calls him the walking dildo to his face. That relationship is already fucked up.
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