We should write a comic book about the many adventures of your vagina. Maybe even give it a cape or something.
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
He passes out, I smoke his kush. All's fair in love and a disappointing lack of sex.
STOP CALLING ME LADY CHLAMYDIA
By midnight I was dipping doritos in frosting...that's how my simmer break diet is going.
It's cheaper then a lap dance and you get your hair cut.
Let's play a little game of "Last Night Never Happened"
Her voice kills me. Its the perfect pitch to fuck with my hangover.
he was once again the drunkest girl at the party
Real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch buck Rodgers in Tuesday.
Jesus Christ you're perfect.
Only Tommy would bring a stripper pole to a bonfire
What I've learned from glowsticks: glowing things are not safe to eat
Packing for college has become a game of where did I hide my sex toys.
I saw a spider on my bed and my first reaction was to throw my weed bag to safety
I'm disease and pregnancy free. This is an Easter for the books!
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