i was like. eff you dude i'm 100% american. i went to a high school prom and i like springstein songs and i take rides in chevrolets.
then for some reason i googled "how much to buy a cannon"
I just threw up, I'm either bulemic or pregnant, and I'm now accepting bets on which it is
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
Apparently i just threw up in the bathroom, i told them i just blew my nose. i don't think they believe me...
Let's just say that watching the sunrise in a space helmet is really the only way to do it.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
The smell of mosquito spray completely ruined the sex.
I seriously need to grocery shop. I have a slice of cheese, and alcohol.
Would it be weird if I bought knee pads and shin guards to fuck in my car?
all i remember is slapping you in the face with a slice of pizza while laughing maniacally.
The condoms have been found. I repeat: THE CONDOMS HAVE BEEN FOUND. he isn't a collector!!!
I'm glad that we laid to rest the suspicion that he was keeping them in a scrapbook. yayy
You laid on the floor and pet their rug. and then demanded Voss water.
I'll get the most aesthetic strap on, you'll see
AND ONCE AGAIN THE HENNESSEY MAKES ME A SUPER SAIYAN
Oh for fuck's sake, is that why the couch is in the pool???
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