i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
No, we're smoking outside. We're hot boxing the world.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
I wish straight boys touched me the way gay boys do.
My brother just asked if I would keep having one nighters with that guy because he really likes the organic cotton v-necks he leaves behind.
she never specifically said NOT to fuck her boyfriend so technically we can still be best friends
I didnt think the feeling of accomplishment for fucking brothers would be this great.
All I know is that I'm not gonna send out SOS messages via twitter for your rescue this time.
I'm allowing myself one mistake a year. He gets to be 2012.
I yelled out look at all those hickeys. And then gave her boyfriend a high five
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
The girl next to me looks like the young version of sara (bonnie hunt) in jumanji. I wanna be like PLAY THE GAME SARA!!!!"
After you passed out we took your car to the campus and stole a 150lb plaque that's now in your trunk. Happy birthday!
DICK-CITY HERE WE COME
No I'm not lying to you. I'm just not telling you the whole story. There's a massive difference.
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