I am at The Loft in SoNo, and there are two girls within arms reach that are making out with each other AGGRESIVELY. Like I can see 100% of a boob
For future reference, this is Trevors little sisters phone now. Trevs number is 484 XXX XXXX. Great story tho
I have no idea who these bands are he's listening to. If his current playlist was a pandora station, however, it would be titled "music for closet cock gobblers"
They wont let us in. Theyve some sort of no Daft Punk costume rule
I don't know what your problem is but seriously you're a cunt for throwing up that song on your page. It's rude as fuck
omg its myspace i didnt think anyone took that seriously anymore
Ur just texting me random shit. That's what Twitter is for
Now for something completely different: ive figured out how to eat a banana without insinuating something completely naughty
Today was my first day of hebrew and I learned how to say give me sex... I think I can quit now
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
Someone just proposed in Subway. Trying not to laugh.
She just fell in the river. Meet us downstream with the bottle.
I just don't know about this life anymore. Quite frankly I think I belong up there in the great blue, lounging on a cloud sippin tea with Jesus
Na Im fine, just need to un-grow this vagina I've developed
You don't understand, we were on a waffle house. Both of us were absolutely certain we passed out at his place then BAM! Waffle house.
I feel as if some line has been crossed, but only in this vague, WTF sort of way.
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
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