Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
just brushed my teeth with a bottle of jack. ew. not all it's hyped up to be.
So, when he came he screamed MORTAL KOMBAT!!!! at the top of his lungs and all of his roomates yelled back FINISH HER!!!!.....yeah kinda akward
yea i guess its safe to say fire extinguishers are not synonymous with whip cream cans
hey girl hope you're alright, you hit that tree really hard. have a good night.
I think the taxi driver just requested me on facebook..... his name was george right?
You don't understand, we were on a waffle house. Both of us were absolutely certain we passed out at his place then BAM! Waffle house.
Almost to work. And still feel hungover. Like my body is trying to regenerate after dying. Full on zombie shit. But like, one of those zombies from warm bodies that comes back to life slowly.
i don't remember going ever taking off my pants but my pubes are shaved into a K and kelsey is passed out in the shower.
I just dried my bra with your hair straightener because the drier is broken again.
The dentist walked in on me trying to bottle some laughing gas to take home with me. That high.
Text me some of your sweat
There's a point in life when you've got to take dick like a big girl.
FINE I guess I'll just drink regular coke like a PLEBIAN.
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