So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
Springtime is officially here. I just used pool water to fill up the bong
It's a good thing i didn't end up pregnant...i would have had to figure out his last name.
Pretty sure I saw a dude across the room give this girl the international hand gesture for "I'm going to fist you later", she seemed ok with it.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
i wish i coudl send you meat via computure
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
Also while I am being the bigger person I plan on bringing over something strong smelling and/or alcoholic to torture the poor hungover bastard
I'm serious. My alarm label is "BAR TABS" as motivation for me to wake up in the morning and go to work.
When I tell my children how I survived hurricane Sandy I'll probably leave out the threesome
Everyone is out there getting real jobs and I just realized I've been "washing" my clothes with fabric softener for two months.
Oh it's tea and biscuits for everyone. An possibly pink eye
There are regrets.. and there are RAGRETS
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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