are you still at the devil's house?
i wouldnt be suprised if in indian your name meant "walking lie"
you know you go to a catholic school when you are rollin a joint with matthew 14:1-12
You insisted I take photos of you vomiting off the top of the tree.
In the sauna. Drunk. When I close my eyes I think I'm a dog. Is that wrong?
I just found that video of you jumping onto my exercise ball feet-first and face-planting into my shoe rack.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
Are you awake? Because I would like to know whether or not I should refrain from giving my evil laugh when I enter the apartment...
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
I mentioned your name at this party and some girl started crying.
They also submitted to my demands for pizza
If you wake up with half a an eyebrow.... I'm pretty sure it was a good time.
You showed up at my house at 4am with a bloody nose, one shoe and a bucket of chicken... I live no where near a place that sells chicken in a bucket..
Well that would explain the bones in my purse.
We're both fucking guys named Frank. Our friendship was meant to be.
Wait, I'm confused. I EMPTIED the bottle? as in consumed it? I'm impressed with myself.
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