I don't think brook has ever known best
I ate a lot of your sunchips. I mean a lot. Like 4 to 5 bags.
Only in this snowstorm did have I realized the lengths I'll go to to get laid.
Is this the girl that wrote "Poon Slayer" across my chest?!
He pulled a bucket of fried chicken out of his backpack as a peace offering. Under the chicken was a rainbow bag of weed. We're dating again.
Immediately after I scarfed down an Applebee's appetizer trio for lunch, my boss sent me on an hour long road trip to pick up some parts. Great. I can't wait to shit my pants on US-31 South.
That's fine. It's not illegal to bring ham into a museum.
So, just saw a lady hysterically sobbing in a Walmart at 3 AM. Someone's not having a happy mother's day.
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
what better to celebrate not being pregnant than to eat a bowl full of rum soaked pineapples?
It's volleyball. Just do it. You want to look sporty. Save sexy librarian for another day.
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
I think I'm pregnant again.
or as we call it, thursday.
I wish i didn't black out tuesday so i could have cherished our moment together
Throwing up together is NOT a cherishable moment...
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