I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
You gave him head? He fingered you? A little bit of make out?
WHAT THE FUCK ITS LIKE YOU WERE THERE
Aren't I supposed to sit on your face?
Can you please check on Jay? He just called and left a Backstreet Boys song on my voicemail. Either it's 1998, or someone needs to go back to rehab.
and i looked up. we had an audience...
the girl walking home behind me started yelling and pointing "i want an ass like hers!" i feel vaguely accomplished.
She just hopped out of the car at a red light to pet the baby Jesus in the nativity scene.
Not worth it.
also, made a drinking game out of my birthday photos....drink everytime alcohol is in a photo. going through all 350 of them.
If they weren't representing Obama and the White House, they definitely would've punched me in the face.
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
how do you expect me to pass the time when I'm too old to be jailbait but too young to legally drink
All I know is you walked out of the kitchen in some kind of French onion dip bra and started passing out individual chips to guys saying " do you dip?"
And the sky opened up and god said.... "WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!!!!"
bonus check + party bus = big hot mess
I just named someones junk. I should not be allowed to talk to people.
Randomize
