dont quote avril lavinge. im to drunk.
I don't wanna hook up with anyone from minnesota
everybody there reminds me of mashed potatoes... white and lumpy
At barnes & noble, drinking beer out of thermoses, lookin legit.
She's coming to town, taking me to a Suns Game, wants Anal, and knows we're not going to date, I imagine this is what heaven is like
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
No room in fridge, chilling wine in snow. Do NOT let the dog pee on it.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
I remember tearing his shower curtain down but I don't remember trying to shave my vag...
don't worry i just saved a song to my personal usb drive to give to the dj at the bar. he's playing old school jlo whether he likes it or not.
Do you remember Kelly my alter personality? She talked like a man and would sing amazing grace?
But he does seem to be getting proper humping etiquette down. So there's progress.
I clipped one of my extensions in his hair to give him a rat tail. What is my life?
You're like my little fucked up version of the groundhog seeing its shadow, only it's boobs and warm weather.
I'll do my best. he just keeps yelling beer and doing dick helicopters
Well, I'm most mad that he lied to you (about being married)...but the CAT THING IS A CLOSE SECOND
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