Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
I'm pretty sure that every show on ABC Family could be turned into a drinking game.
My dad is complaining about how his computer keeps getting viruses. I don't have the heart to tell him he needs to stop downloading so much porn.
Black out sex on the trampoline? yes please.
I'm stoned in an empty parking lot listening to dave matthews while looking for a lighter.... I feel like I sent this 7 years ago.
I had to throw up. it was the only way to avoid kissing her after she swallowed..
You're barking up the wrong lesbian.
You picked up her frozen vom puddle and threw it like a frisbee.
They figured our he was high when he told the manager he wanted a break to go wrap his dick in toliet paper and pretend it was a ghost.
The heart of my unhappiness in my job is that it's not a place where coworkers and I can draw dicks on everything to amuse each other
It's like rock paper scissors. Cold showers and smoking beat hangovers.
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
I'm all dressed in my outfit from last night, and I'm not even the sluttiest person in Walmart right now. God bless Miami.
Tequila shots and throwing it at a bell.
This is dumb. I'll keep doing it.
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