He called me an ungrateful bitch because I lauged when he asked me "how do you me and a bed sound?"
Like I should be grateful for the 5 minutes I sit on top of him and stare at the wall.
I can't, I'm busy. I've been walking around Tokyo on google maps for an hour.
you haven't felt a hangover until you wake up after a night of snorting tequila.
the vast amounts of cleavage i'm sporting to my final says "no, I didn't study but don't worry I've got something lined up for when I don't graduate".
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
just threw all of the fireworks into the bonfire. thats why there are firetrucks.
Now for something completely different: ive figured out how to eat a banana without insinuating something completely naughty
Your 'drink of the future' makes sense now- you feel it for atleast 10 hours into the future
Let's get really high and wear fake mustaches and try not to laugh at each other...
My hands always smell like pizza crust when im hungover.
Neat. I'm thinking about growing a handlebar muffstache. What are your thoughts on this?
You know I'm dangerous when I have make-out withdrawals
I'm pathetic. I'm eating cream puffs in the bath and crying a little.
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
So Blakes coming home... so if youre like fingerbanging the shit out of yourself on the kitchen table...wrap it up
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