and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
You know you are bi when you flip between the NFL Network and LOGO.
There are empty beer cans all over and the go-kart is missing. I need it for my halloween costume.
If I won't even leave the house for sex tonight. I definetly not going out for anything else.
As you were leaving the bar you grabbed a table and when they stopped you, you said "Its cool i came in with this". They did not believe you.
in my drunkeness I still was able to plan for the morning. I duck taped my keys, a water bottle full of mimosa and my cell phone to the front door.
I woke up in a sink... Not like curled up on top of it though. I was standing, bent over, face first. IN THE DAMN SINK.
There is a pile of hair outside the apartment next door. At least now I know what all that shouting was about last night.
I just want someone to shove bread from panera down my throat
Nothing says Panama City like condoms washing up on the shore.
I woke up in your kitchen with my ID in my hand and my nails were painted electric blue. Dude.... never let me have fireball again.
If my drunken penis pic is ever to be forgiven id like to start over with all that
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
Is someone on their way here yet? I'm way too tweaked to be here alone
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