Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
so, on facebook you can become a fan of butt sex, and also premarital sex, but not premarital butt sex, which is what I was aiming for.
Stalkers don't have time for showers...it's a full time job
So I put about 15 worms in the cuervo bottle. I don't think that's how it works but I feel like hallucinating by 11am
We got the possum out of our house. We built a maze with our empty kegs and chased it with brooms.
They flooded the bathroom and their version of cleaning it up was to throw our couch cushions on it. That's when I decided to chug tequila and go drunk bowling. So hitting the kid with my ball is really their fault.
Did he ask you why you were in his back yard Sunday night?
i wish i could tell my students that all of their lessons plans were brought to them by captain morgan and diet coke. it's like seasame street, only for high schoolers being taught by a student teacher.
With 4 extra seconds dedicated to the dong.
These kind of text worry me.
There were 7 of us cowering in the kitchen because you were swinging a giant, pink double headed dildo around like a nunchuk and hitting anyone who came near you with it.
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
hooked up with him and then had a conversation with his ex about how we hate people who hook up with our exs...
All I know is I woke up in the back seat of my car, with the engine on, and my gps navigated to florida.
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