no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
You were so trashed that when you dropped your fruit rollup on the floor, you just sat next to it and cried.
he was fingering me, then looked down and said "i like your socks"
He shit in a sock dude, you can't come back from that
So that's all you want from me. Easy ass.
And an everlasting friendship
I finally got out of bed at 8:30pm and my little brother informed me that I had cereal stuck to my back. I'm going to smoke a cigarette and go back to sleep.
Got a text that the fed tax return dropped into my account just before getting on the first leg of my flights the Vegas. Fate? Viva Las Vegas!
I just realized my hands still smell like your cock. Which is awesome, but I wonder if the clerk at the store appreciated it.
I feel bad. I'm the reason hand sanitizer exists.
It's has to do with my genitals. Don't ask.
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
I just want to nap all the time and eat Chinese food.
You know what...ii have the turtles...were together....i love these god damn turtles...
Ok fell asleep on a bus in south Carolina just woke up in Canada where the hell is the liquor store from here?!
YOU FUCKED THE DARE INSTRUCTOR DIDN'T YOU?
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