508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Did you see Brett Michaels get knocked on his ass?
Hurt me personally.
Knocked his cowboy hat off... Bandanna was still good though
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
Too much gin, very little bucket
If you're missing hair this morning, i'm sorry in advance
bring money and cleavage
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
we bribed her with croutons and jello shots.
he fucked me with his goalie mask on. it was like sleeping with Darth Vader
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
She asked how many sexual partners I'd had and I was like "Honestly I don't even know". And then she said "well last time you said 8." And my inner monologue busted out laughing and I was like "Oh I'd say like 11 or 12.....plus 20."
we dropped acid in chinatown. worst. idea. ever. too many colors. and nobody has any idea where steve is.
His dick is a skeleton key. It fits everywhere.
His mom wants to come see the dorm.
Hide the whip.
Its like people have to train for months before they try and drink with us and survive...
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