he asked me to marry him on one of those scrolling message belt buckels.... what now?
You know im sick of people that are still obsessed w obama. that was sooooo last year
To think... Somewhere, too drunk by buckcherry is someone's theme song
the Monday before Thanksgiving is not a Monday at all. Just Thursday in Monday suit.
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
I havnt been this mad since the coche de Los murtos incident
Umm ok I'm kinda freaked out right now bc the chick that lives next door is either having tantric sex or slowly suffocating her dog to death.
According to the transitive property, he has now had dick in his mouth.
I hope this doesn't change things. I feel that me being a minor made it more exciting.
Either way, he made a blog for his cat.
I don't even know what beauty is right now. I wouldn't even pity fuck me today.
I guess I realized I had a problem when I ordered 4 shots and told the bar wench to pour them all into 1 glass
She dressed up in a sexy maid outfit for me, but she got mad when I asked her to actually do some cleaning.
lonely sunday drunk me decided to tweeze my pubes. HORRIBLE IDEA
No we didn't fuck. He picked me up I asked where we were going and he said "I don't know if you've ever heard of a little place called Denny's?" He was completely serious. I told him to stop the car and I got out and called Jack.
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