your butthole totally puckers for the ginge
I have no voice and feel like lukewarm beer.
I missed Saved by the Bell this morning, but Ashley in a later episode of Fresh Prince is keeping the morning wood alive.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
The lawn was on fire, but I fixed it.
We're official. Living with your boyfriend sounds so much better than fucking your roommate.
they described our state of being as looking similar to a crime scene....you were on the ground and i was running around screaming.
was it you or me who tried to make the, what appears to be, nacho cake in the oven?
It was smashing those cupcakes into my face that did it. Junk food and I don't mix.
Both his mom and his sister were hitting on me when I stopped by today. He isn't a real friend anyway, right?
I'm not sure if it was the 11 shots or your naturally vibrant personality but I recall you being quite noisy that evening
I'm about to start putting my tampons in the microwave for a few seconds these plastics applicators and this weather don't mix
They invented a new game at work. Its called guess if I'm baked, hungover, drunk, or some combination of the three. Its surprisingly very difficult..
So I got my junk pierced since we've fucked. You should get in on this.
You just kept mumbling about the carpet being covered in stains that looked like the face of God. Until you decided that they were closer in relation to Dumbledore.
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