I don't know what your problem is but seriously you're a cunt for throwing up that song on your page. It's rude as fuck
omg its myspace i didnt think anyone took that seriously anymore
you didnt remember my name all night. you kept referring to me as "the blonde with the fat ass"
i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
love being home for thanksgiving just had grandma pick me up from the frat by her house
He pretended my clit ring was a door knocker.
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
I just made out with Ricky Ullman of Phil of the Future fame and I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Help.
Can I just text her like "yo sorry I fucked your boyfriend, let's go get sushi" or like nah
I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn't drink tequila.
Because bro, I don't want your dick being touched mid conversation.
I feel like that japanese guy who ate all the hotdogs. Except replace hotdogs with sailor jerrys. And instead of a trophy and world record I just get a hangover at work
Everyone else's "needs" are getting in the way of my alcoholism.
QUICK FAX ME THE BALL
Not how faxing works at all btw
I never thought I'd be on my couch watching Star Trek, getting my tits rubbed while crying.
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