where am i from again
I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
i just spent the last half hour thinking about my totally irrational and intense hatred of wedge flip flops.
I sold 10 pepperonis for 5 dollars last night....i fucking love drunk people
we could easily be the first people to smoke 3 bowls and pound a Four Loco before goin on a tour of the Tillamook cheese factory
I fell asleep to the sounds of them banging in the next room. It was oddly soothing...
I still cannot believe I yelled at every guy at the bar "you wanna get in this clam?!"
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
Ok. Here's the plan. Take your hand (whichever is closest), summon all your nerve, and just stick it right down his pants.
I love you.
I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I've found the One.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
yeah it's a weird friendship. we pretend that we're automatic besties but i know we both know i slept with her boyfriend
i accidentally gave my stepdad ketamine so id say it was a fun weekend.
You showed up at 4 am holding a beer and wearing a wig you apparently found in the dumpster.
That explains some things...
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