I cant believe I just managed to do a drug deal across the country for you...
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
tonight, alcohol would be proud of us
she blew me in the men's room in the restaurant. it was a french bistro, so it was okay
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
I knew my sign language would come in handy. I just used sign to coordinate a coke deal.
I found your pet lobster in the bathroom this morning. I went to return it to you but it escaped.
You know me. im down for anything that could harm my well being. lets dress like dolphins so everyone will see what dicks they are.
That's cool. At least the punch line of my story isn't I shit in a booth at Denny's.
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
he's dressing as a chick for halloween. of course i'm gonna make him get his legs professionally waxed. how is this even a question?
But that's fine. Because I am an independent woman who is going to pull some jane Goodall shit and save the world one day......or be a porn star......either way they are going to wish they had fucked me.
BOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes away your hoe card*
You were in the girls bathroom yelling at some random chick because you thought she stole all the urinals. That's why you were kicked out.
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