It's not a real calculator it's a math calculator
no more hot dogs for you........
fine no more vajj for you
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
My third nipple is alarmingly under-appreciated.
I can always tell I missed tequila night based on the hickeys on your neck man. Fucking call me.
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
Every shot buddy I have I end up blowing. I don't know whether this pattern is good or bad.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
The best part about drinking boxed wine is you can blow up the bag and use it as a pillow
Going to the beach. Greeting Sandy with a blunt. Wish us luck!
i meant to type that i went to that party for shits and giggles, but my phone corrected me and said for shots and goggles...either one works
Did your surprise acid trip turn out well?
You don't know what lonely is until you've came in an Arby's Napkin
Well. I think my red tank top is jinxed. this is now the second time it's gotten jizz on it.
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