So I used to make fun of texas a lot, then I got here and I found a place where I could get my tequila in a to go cup with a straw and I realized that this is the only place I ever want to be
we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
His fuck buddy just got fake tits and wants him to 'come break them in.' I need his life.
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
IT'S SUMMA TIME
ITS SUMMA TIME NOT BE HIGH ALL THE TIME TIME
THEY'RE THE SAME THING
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
We found you wrapped up in a tarp in the garage the next morning, thats how real shit got.
fuck that its my house. if i want to take 1 bite out of the chicken & leave the rest i fucking will. suck my dick
BRING THE BAGELS
The Olympian is in my bed
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
Just a little. Like do I say "hey I'm the girl that's fucking your son, nice to meet you"
i've got three words. i. was. spanked.
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