my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
Bartending School is so much more enjoyable now that I realized I was in rehab at this time last year.
Do you relize what downtown will be like this week? Like open season. But instead of deer its hot baseball players from all over the country that we'll never have to see again. I swear the college world series is a gift from god.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
I dont know if this is a good time to tell you but im actually a freshman.. not a senior
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
So what kind of fun pills do we have for the amusement park tomorrow?
Hey, YOU try working out drunk every night! Besides, I think at least one of those bruises is a hickey.
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
Just rode a bull topless for a free bar tap for a month
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
I feel like a dancer trapped in the body of a math instructor. Love, Mom
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