You said that we had to leave the party together and proceeded to repeat the "ducks fly together" speech from The Mighty Ducks word for word. Soon the whole party was quite and started chanting quack..quack...quack..
Remind me to tell you the "if you give a mouse a special brownie" story when you get back
if theres anything i pride myself on, its my ability to look homeless.
he has the hands of the vagina gods.
They are chanting tits for freedom and I'm highly considering
I'm chugging Gatorade because i drank something called a trashcan and someone named Gianna diamond has my credit card number, and I think I might have ruined my life.
He asked me out while I'm back in town. I have to acknowledge and honor his persistence.
Your vagina must be laced with cocaine...
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
I just rolled an Obama blunt and a Romney shame joint for tonight. Vote wisely.
I learn from experience and I experienced what it would be like to completely lose my mind and then wake up with a stab wound.
I dunno what's worse, the fact that I hooked up with a guy that shaves his armpits or that I didn't notice until he brought it up the next day
Yeah that doesn't involve enough booze, count me out
Just traded a sandwich for anxiety drugs outside the club. I fuckin' LOVE this place.
I may or may not have tried to give myself a lobotomy
You is single now. The world is your ass buffet.
Randomize
