um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
Bad news: I had to be at work at 7:15. Good news: no one had used the bathroom yet so I got to defile a freshly cleaned stall
it was really awkward, he kept trying to get on the bed with us and we kept having to kick him back on the floor.
Hairspray is covering 85% of my body. Help.
Wait until you see the roof.
I wish i could be on x for the rest of my life.
my mom sold the house because of the grow room the couple saw i had in the basement.
I am VERY upset that you called my fiesta a waste of time.
Dude, all I remember was you grabbing random girls, yelling "It's a rap video!" and pouring high-life on them.
and after i failed the breathalyzer i said to the cop "i've never been very good at tests"....
Strip club for my birthday. And none of this discrimination shit. We're going to a guys one and girls one. Go get your singles.
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
I yield to the immortal wisdom of one ludacris, who famously wrote, "can't turn a hoe in to a housewife." Indeed, ludacris, indeed.
My mom just told me she would flash her tits to a cop to get me out of jail, and then we high-fived.
I just want to be like i dont know you but ive seen your penis & i like it
I want to sit on top of her nipple mountains and reenact the Ricola commercial.
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