weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
Woke up in an unfamiliar basement in a sleeping bag with Matt to a police officer shining his flashlight in my eyes and asking me my birth date and social security number. My morning went swimmingly.
I don't know what your problem is but seriously you're a cunt for throwing up that song on your page. It's rude as fuck
omg its myspace i didnt think anyone took that seriously anymore
and then you started talkingabout how you wish birth control was disspensed as a candy necklace
You're a disgrace to the female race and the love triangle and halloween.
Handicvap rails on the toilet atre soooooo fuckin handy right nmow.
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
Based on your 5AM twitter activity I gather you found MORE FREE COKE??
the good news is that even if it's Alex's, I can still say it's Colin's, because the kid will come out ginger anyway!
who knew there'd be a plus side to your ginger fetish one day?
But now I'm just thinking when he said he "worked for the airline" he actually meant drug smuggling.
In another note. Thanks for making me get a vibrator. For real.
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
Whelp, I woke up on the front lawn this morning. I have got to stop wearing these underwear. Every time I do, I end up puking in someone's greenery.
Star Wars means nothing to me. I know only the basics. Darth is Luke's father. R2 is short, C3 is gold. Yoda sings Rainbow Connection. The kinda stuff EVERYONE knows.
We were dancing and then he pointed to the club floor and there was money that I dropped everywhere. That was the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.
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