i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
That girl's pussy is like White Castles, you crave it once in awhile, but you know next morning you regret eating it.
if i died would you start the facebook group?
Just promise me you won't ring in the new decade by clutching onto a toilet
I found out what happened to my eye. I punched myself in the face.
Slurping strawberries throug a straw. It feels like the kool-aid man is coming in my mouth.
I beat my mom's friend's boyfriend in a vodka chugging competition. Our generation FTW.
My nipple piercings are like the guardrails, that's why they feel so safe.
What the hell do you have that is more important than a GIANT WATER SLIDE?
He was asleep with his head on a windowsill and you were petting his head, then you almost left the kitchen and then went back to pet him some more.
Just don't let me get too drunk. At one point I pulled out my dick and pissed at that party. Like on the wall.
I talked to the pizza guy for 10 minutes about my truck, I don't even have a truck
I walked in and found you petting your fish outside the bowl, you said its fine, you do this all the Time.
Also this morning I remembered seeing the stripper he threw up on later in the night. She was clothed though.
(919) the date's not going well. He's on his phone talking about his eBay amine shit...
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