I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
Steve is enlightening me on how and why u put gerbils up your ass
Im interpreting your silence as a silent plea for me to come wake you up. See you soon.
I forget the details, but I'm told that I drunkenly stalked him around floor yelling obscure Jewish laws at him
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
he's the only person i know who can drink himself into and out of alcohol poisoning.
just to let you know its hard to talk to your father while being fingered up against a car..
You can't tell me you've honestly NEVER considered smoking a Froot Loop
Don't worry I'm alive. The apt is all locked up so I'm sleeping on the patio. The frozen pizza I got might be toast unless someone lets me in soon. If not its all good I'll be here snoring on the patio
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
I'm literally 40 minutes from where I was supposed to stay. I woke up in a parking lot.
If I had feelings, you would have hurt them.
NO HE PUT HIS HAND IN HIS PANTS BEFORE HE TOUCHED THE BONG.
ILLEGAL
She's still mad at me for saying she looked pregnant and not getting her chicken nuggets.
I just landed at Logan and some guy threw up in the baggage carousel. Boston never really changes
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