My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
yeah. you were just sitting there watching transformers, caressing your toaster.
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
I don't appreciate the fact that you tagged me as a giant bucket Miracle Whip.
Sometimes I stop and laugh and think "and these are my actual life choices".
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
I accidentally lit my hair on fire and we broke the bed. How was your night?
Either I just got hit on by a 10 year old.girl dressed like a boy or I just got hit on by a midget lesbian. Either way I feel uncomfortable
alright. I just need to set some ground rules, no lighting me on fire, and no broken bones. fair?
Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to pick up rum, beer, and cigarettes. Your holiday will self-destruct if you ignore this message.
We had sex six times. In a span of 8 hours. Confirmation I don't need to go to the gym.
I maxed out my credit card last night on powdered donuts and beef jerky
It is 5:00PM and I'm just now putting on underwear.
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