They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
Just made gatorade. in the bathtub.
I just had a 30 minute fake cell phone conversation with myself just to avoid hooking up with the drunk guy next to me. its like an art form.
On my way to the DMV to get arrested
I have had more skin than food in my mouth the last three days
He was hiding behind my bedroom door. at noon. Wearing a t shirt. And a condom. Not attractive.
You threw up? Were you ladylike while you did it? I'm wagering that you were. Like a Disney princess. Like a "Puke Me Pretty" Barbie.
If he's the sort of guy that will fuck in a public restroom, he's the sort of guy that will cheat on his gf. I'm goin for it.
Next time we include dessert condiments into our sex life we can fuck up my sheets. It's only fair.
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
I just got home and someone ate all my chicken nuggets. Bitches be asking for a death sentence?
well a fat roach just fell out of my hair. so there's that
I like being woken up by phone calls of you sabotaging marriages
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