My mom came into my room and told me to flip off the tv. I gave it the middle finger. Note to self: STOP SMOKING THIS SHIT
i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
All I know is that we apparently made a drink we named The Single Girl which is rum, vodka, grain alcohol, and sprite and rolled around in the backyard.
Just curious... Do you still have the cocks bracelet? You know, the one we pass around to whoevers been the biggest slut recently?
We are, if nothing else, classy enough to leave our 10 mini bottles of wine in a polite line on the floor of the movie theater.
Mandatory 420 Adventure Time.
This is why we're friends.
Realistically anyone can come I don't care it's Boston what do I own boston? No. I just don't want people who are gonna give me "why are you doing that" kinda look when I take birthday shots out of my birthday babe shot glass necklace.
i figure if i show enough tits, no one will notice my eyebrows.
Breakfast Clubbing as Juggalos. I can feel our IQs in freefall.
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
Guess whose hungry like a hippo: this bitch.
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
Your ability to eat ass like its your job and yet turn down quinoa because it's "gross" is confusing.
I already popped my bottle of Rose and took my boxers off. No can do muchacho
bonging vodka is the same level of "good idea" as eating machetes
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