So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Just told the nurse I wouldn't get on the scale. Told her to write FAT.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
Im sending over a girl who thinks youre in the next twilight movie
your the best winggirl ever
Do they take checks?
Did you really just ask me if you could write a check for a DRUG DEAL?
Am I undercharging for one hour of sex per essay? I need a serious business answer.
I'd like to thank you fucktards for dumping the WHOLE box of Tricuits in my bed after I passed out.
I've decided I'm gonna attack people with the toilet plunger.
Lucas & I had a photo shoot with her cape & I had child arm floaties on most the night.. woke up in a spiderman bed
Then you shook your fists at the sky and explained to us that losing a sneeze is like losing an orgasm
I am not working on the very first day I can throw up alcohol that I legally bought and drank.
I don't know what happened this summer, I've lost my sense of morality. All I do now is work, get drunk, and have sex near national landmarks.
I'll just give him your contact info, and you'll somehow manage to get laid. Which will make me feel like your vagina's agent or something.
You know that pill i snorted last night? Yeh, its just hitting me now..... At work
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