apparently my drunken alterego is a lazyeyed bisexual.
i bet jesus would rush if he went to usc
she uses ice cubes and hums anything I want. Last night was Welcome to the jungle. it wasnt lost on me shes a puma. no shame in that 30+ game.
and when i screamed you came in my eye, i found out that everyone else in the room had only pretneded to be sleeping
She has 2500 facebook friends. I probably should have used a condom.
im getting my college education on yahoo answers.
She just used a chaser for red wine.
I don't care what anyone says I want strippers at my funeral.
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
I just sat there and watched paula deen's face melt for an hour.
He is like a dragon that makes me want to spread my butt cheeks, so he can fill me with hot fire.
I told the DJ last night to play Third Eye Blind before 1:45 and just pointed at him as I walked away. He didn't do it and at 1:45 I just walked out pointing at him, without my friends
There comes a point, as I lay on the floor of the work disabled toilets contemplating catching 10 minutes sleep between chunders, that I wonder if its really worth it
IM GOING TO SIT ON YOUR FACE AND CHANT 'I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN'
I WOULD NEVER LIE ABOUT SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS SABADO GIGANTE BEING CANCELED