remember them days when you seriously wanted your mom to marry rev run and we would always talk shit about justine?
joeyyyy why you always taken cheeseburgers from me?!?!?!
Should I go home with him even though I know my Run DMC undies have skid marks on them?
some guy just walked up to the bench i was on, backflipped off of it, gave me his number and walked away....i love this city
It's hard to be above the influence when you are the influence.
Some random slut told me I was a good dancer then gave me a handjob. I felt like fucking John Travolta.
I positioned my bed perfectly so around 10 a.m. every morning there are rays of sunshine coming through the window in my room. Now i can tan while PTFO.
Shame should no longer be a word in your vocabulary.
If it snows I'm just gonna sit at my house in my costume and drink beer by myself all night.
Sat in the shower and reenacted the "Wiggle your big toe" scene from Kill Bill. THAT hungover.
Excuse me hold on, hooking up with someone who is verified on twitter is like being important.
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
That's how all the girlfriends are. Oh he's a boy, no worries, then BAM. I blow their boyfriend.
I'm never going out with the ashleys again. it was whoreible. terrifyingly whoreible.
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
There is a video of you making out with him, flipping off the camera, and holding the plastic flamigo that you had just stolen out of a yard
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