y-o-u-r-e = you are, y-o-u-r = your. you are a bag of douche not your bag of douche. if you're going to insult me at least do it in proper english. that is all.
It's not weird mascara. I just have puke crusted on my eyelashes.
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
You guys better make it up to the cabin in time for mud wrestling on Saturday. I'm not kidding. You know when I joke, and now is not one of those times.
At least I cut out the pieces of your hair where I braided gum into it last night. Thank me later.
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
He'd pee in it. And since it's PBR I'd have no idea
And if it ever comes down to tax or healthcare benefits we can get married
That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard
I had a dream last night that I met Diplo. Now I'm just sad
My one night stand from last night is currently mowing my lawn for me.
party devolved into two exes battling with Cal's tiki torches, and the lawn being set on fire kinda sorta and then we all hula'ed... hulaed?
I smoked too much. I'm sitting on my balcony and I keep getting lost. Help me
That's because I've spent the past 21 years convincing my parents the only emotions I have are sarcasm and bitterness.
That same damn squirrel keeps staring at me like I did something wrong. Nature knows when you're hung over.
i out mim tonsoeep
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