We will have to stop frequently for food, stretching legs, interesting things on the side of the road, and sex. So you might as well eat.
i googled "the goonies drinking game." i may be alone, but i'm living the college dream.
I don't know what your problem is but seriously you're a cunt for throwing up that song on your page. It's rude as fuck
omg its myspace i didnt think anyone took that seriously anymore
smoking weed is really the only logical conclusion to hangovers
you kept falling over in mid-conversation and you just got right back up as if nothing happened...
Im just saying it can't be that bad if he drove himself to the er. We'll head that way when we finish playing scattergories
I concluded last night that you have no tear ducts, heart, or sense of any feeling.
He went down on me while I had rollers in my hair. I've never felt more like a lady.
That accounts for only three of the penises
The trash can in my living room is full of Popsicle sticks and my vibrator has taken up permanent residence on my coffee table. I'm not doing anything productive. Clearly.
Don't act like you're a victim to marijuana
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
No, not if I told them not to. they listen to me. I have a vagina.
Oh no...did you put star fish over your nipples again?
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