I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
Its like we are women, and boise state is a gangster rap song. This game is degrading
i dont think the girl sending me nudes is qualified to pass judgement on me
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
I heard porn and smelled bacon cooking. I knew you had to be home.
I just watched nsync videos for the past half hour and you could totally tell lance bass was gay in all of them
They poked me and kept screaming "LAUGH DOUGH BOY" it's like 3rd grade all over again.
I found out why they kept calling her "CD". It was short for "Crab Dip". You're fucked.
I had to put a towel over my laptop because the little power light was too bright. New hangover low.
He wanted to bang in the work van while we were on shift together. He convinced me with "It's like the Scooby Doo van but looks nothing like the Scooby Doo van."
Yeah sorry about that. I got pulled into the Russian student society's end of term party. There was too much vodka and eurodance to come help you pack.
it's not like I want to die, I just want life to stop for a little bit. how does that work?
as I was leaving in the morning with his clothes on his roommate pops up and goes 'don't you dare steal that shirt, i gave it to him for his birthday'.
after we fucked i left the room and when i came back he was patting his dick whispering "prouda you lil guy...prouda you"
I threw a lamp at you?
Yes, yes you did.
Awesome
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