lets start a swedish sibling band together
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
Congratulations, you fucked a nickle into me.
We're all in the kiddie pool on the porch. Fully clothed. Watching porn. With my manager.
True. I'd rather snort cocaine off a homeless guy then work on the weekend...Actually that may not be that bad.
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
Apparently drunk me thinks it's a good idea to put drops of acid in assorted open drinks in the fridge... This should be a fun week.
The moment you realize you should grow up: you're snorting your fathers percocet script with your old health insurance card, while your parents are on a 10 day cruise in the carribean...
There are six slides. In going to pee in five of them. You have to guess which one to go down. Agree?
Agreed.
I'm looking for mother nature. And when I find her, I'm looking her right in the eyes and telling her to fuck off.
Made out with a chick in front of a girl I'm banging and successfully reDENNISed her within 9 hours
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
All I know is that I woke up with glitter all over me and blood on my shoes. It wasn't my blood.
I don't need my coworkers thinking I'm a nutcase.
You gift wrapped a tampon.
The single life is the freaking dream dude. I'm sitting here naked, eating chocolate mousse, and watching Gilmore girls. It's wonderful
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