We're 3 acts into this drag show and we've already run out of Lady Gaga songs.
I'm on a mission to free the leash kids. Like liberating the Israelites from Egypt. Only better.
I just got wrote up for "repeatedly smelling like alcohol"
That was long passed due.
dont like to call her my roomate, too cordial. i refer to her as the whore that was assigned to live with me
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
And I'm PMSing. So if I'm not crying, I'm masturbating.
thank you for tagging me in all my pictures as "skank" and yourself as "made by the hands of God"
We didn't talk. I watched you drop an egg on the floor. And watched you praise your haunted broom.
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
My chiropractor just high fived me for getting drunk enough to throw my back out this weekend.. Life. Complete.
I don't listen when you talk. I just try to find new creative ways to get you to send me naked pictures.
I really shouldn't have to tell you to stop banging your lightsaber on everything while we are in college.
I'm currently giving my drug dealer relationship advice. He's a nice guy and all but I'm really just hoping I get some free weed
Drink drank drunk tankkkkn, LETS GO
It's not just going to appear. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and leg work went into finding a cock that amazing!
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