My brain says no but my pants say off.
man, i hate rosetta stone. i wanted to impress this girl with italian last night but all i could say were things like "a blue airplane" and "he is wearing a white shirt"
then they high fived as they party boyed me. I was a policewoman sandwhich. I love you halloween.
I'm more concerned with the fact that he was UNconcerned that live poultry could peck him in the nutsack @ any moment of sex
Tell Taylor to rock on. Tell her she is so beautiful that the sun shines down on her face and shows her beauty. Tell her to live on, like Martin Luther King. He'll never die. He's living his dreams.
Haha I haven't even had my interview yet and I'm already trying to fuck my way to the top. 'Merica.
Youll thank me when youre dead an dont have a cat eating your face
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.
I think the paper my teacher just handed back to me had one of his pubes on it, I'm way too hungover for this
Also, I would just like to reiterate my apologies for tearing up in the grocery store.
I feel you. We can get adjoining rooms. It'll be like Disney world, but with drugs and ivs instead of roller coasters and Mickey Mouse.
Which is way cooler
In case you're wondering what frozen hashbrowns taste like at 4 in the afternoon, shame. They taste like shame.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
I understand why animals eat their young in the wild after watching your kid this afternoon
YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOUR VAGINA
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