everyone made a circle around them and startd chanting fight fight. they wernt fighting, they were dry humping
oh, and bring over your fire extinguisher. we're gonna get the mailman again
hey can i play with your boom stick tonite? I'll let you shoot the love of jesus in my face.
come over
Seriously though, we're going to drink and watch Survivor first one to puke gets voted off the island
i was concerned by what you said you would do for a snickers. It wasn't even a Klondike bar.
the bathroom floor of the diner looks a lot different when you're not rolling around and puking on it.
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
Maybe I don't remember every single thing... I think there's a hi lighter treasure map drawn on my arm...
I just found it. I hope it leads to food.
Until then we have the self affirmation from retweets and nights alone with pizza..
I have words... I can't think of them tho. they keep melting together and forming you and I just want to hump it.
Whatever. I hate you. My vagina hates you. I hope a bird shits on your head today.
Because I'm currently dying, lacking waffles, and vaguely convinced I'm an eagle
Is there something wrong with us? Seriously.
Possibly, but I'd rather not fix it.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
I'm still trying to figure out who shit on the coffee table. I have confirmed beyond a reasonable doubt that it wasn't me.
Randomize
