ohhhh fuckk. chicks a dude.
I feel like I am becoming dumber sitting here in class than I would be sitting on the couch smoking weed.
I feel the need to point out that one of the items on my to-do list for the day is "don't throw up" I have no concept of normal
You need an intervention. You fell into traffic walking home.
Not really. Birthday weekend. Totally jusifiable. Besides I didn't get hit. No harm no foul.
You just kept screaming at everyone 'not to break your scarf' and doing somersaults
Second wind. Either that or my heart is about to explode. I'm hoping the first one.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
I just feel like you're using me for sex.
I'm glad you finally understand the context of our relationship
shes on the ground doing bicycle kicks screaming "is my ass good enough for you now satan" send help
I'm trying to seductively eat these M&M's to let her know its on
I just want to be covered in whipped cream and spanked, is that too much to ask?
Give me a minute. I'm trying to buy moonshine from a railroad worker named "Cowboy."
Ohhh the usual. Laying in bed reflecting on my decisions
I brought those bastards cookies so they can deal with my sex noise, fuck them and their roommate asses
my penis made a compromise with my morals
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