it was 6 in the morning, and you cried until i put mulan in. then you proceeded to say every word, not to mention sing along... stop drinking.
My porch is a mess of peanut butter and tostitos...thanks for that.
I briefly wondered why they weren't in school, but after the tinier one shouted "check out dem titties!" I had my answer
Day 5 without masturbation. Fat chicks are back on the table
When else am I ever going to have a chance to do lines with T-Pain?
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
I think I'll handle my grief by throwing myself headlong into lesbianism. Seems like a fitting tribute to you.
You come home the day the world is supposed to end. Well played Mayans.
Thats why you dont have a "jubilant gunfire celebration"
Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
I have put on lipstick and signed up for class. Nothing more shall be expected of me today.
What is it in my brain that makes me look at a penis and think "that belongs in my mouth"?
I now know he's been cheating for a while. I also know HER name, address, phone number, Facebook account, religion and zodiac sign. I feel like I'm earning my restraining order. Point is, never fuck over a librarian.
He just got out of surgery, almost died from shooting him self with an arrow.
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