i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
just read twilight to her over the phone, while in the bathtub, candlelight...i'd love to say no homo but that was so gay.
It's not prostitution until you're out of college. Right now it's just strategic boning.
I have just two goals for this NYE. 1) get so drunk that every guy looks like Clive Owen 2) make out with as many Clive's as possible.
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
I'm smoking a bowl and pondering why we haven't discovered teleportation again.
I just need three more girls to complete my 'Freak-a-leak' bang list. Know any girls named Zahra, Shavon, or Daronda?
He's sitting in his room on Facebook with nothing but a pillow covering his crotch. I can't help you at the moment.
I'm hoping they send me home from work drunk.
I'm buying groceries with adderoll. I hope I'm never this broke again.
I made everyone scream the national anthem with me after playing true American last night. I'm pretty much their leader now.
i spent 45 minutes yellng Heather I feel so bad i wanna die and then 45 more yelling I DONT WANNT TO DIE. thats how drunk i was
I can't believe I'm giving you play by plays of this sexting convo. It's like a three way he doesn't know about.
the only thing I remember was some guy took out his fake eye to use it for beer pong
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
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