Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
so far i wrote 500 words for a paper on sean paul performing we be burnin..i can officially do anything on adderral
you made your cat watch a peta video with you, so you could show it how just how good its life is
..But I'm still alive. And thats the main thing
I don't fucking care about the convenience of not having freudian slips. I spent 2009-2011 screwing around with 3 different Daniels. 2012 WILL be the dawn of a new day
How about a mike?
Already had two of those
just run out there and shit all over the driveway when he comes.. and then point at him
U took a sewing needle to his nipple
Psshh,
Not good... He ate my chips. Thats not a sex analogy for anything. My actual potato chips... gone. I lost on both ends.
in the midst of studying i picked up my capsule full of untouched weed, popped it open, and whispered "soon" into it. midterms man
if you want to know how my night is going I just ugly cried in the cheesecake factory
He's gone. He left a note but all it says is "Dear Neil" followed by a drawing of a hand flipping the bird in the direction of a butt.
The end of the friendship was inevitable. I hooked up with her cousin and forgot to mention it to her
I ate her out and told her she tasted like pumpkin pie. She screamed that she hated pumpkins and started to cry
I'm hearing voices and sirens. I'm scared. I heard a manatee out there.
In the words of Disney’s Jafar, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
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