You really coming over, don't trick.
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
I'm home alone watching The Hills seasons, eating pickles and drinking straight rye. I just googled "how to make friends". Probably not the most pro-active solution. Help.
And i quote: "where's y'alls from comin' in with them accents?" - from a mississipi mcdonalds
Those motion detector trash cans don't work fast enough to catch puke.
ive decided something. ive accepted you as being gay. but i havent accepted you as a vegetarian yet.
Dude... You bled on his hand... At this point it doesn't matter that you called him your exes name, seriously.
Note to self: never do anything I don't want to explain to a paramedic
Yeah you fell over while you were peeing and you said "hold I'm, I'm still peeing"
He said "I wish they sold 40's in bars".. and a business plan came to mind. Maybe I CAN do something with my degree...
Let's get one thing straight; we aren't in a relationship. We fuck and occasionally go to subway.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
hes fine. but he did fall asleep while tebowing and started snoring
Wake up. Finish House of Cards. Put on pants.
Accurate.
Jesus fuck that was emotional whiplash
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