Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
oh my god i am going to vomit. and little burgers wearing crowns are going to come out.
he's having a long distance Facebook-coordinated power hour. the status update has 159 comments ...
you kept thanking chef boyardee for having pull tab cans
im sorry for trying to flush a roll of toilet paper down with my puke. probably not great for your toilet
When we found you, you were using the bottle of Captain as a pillow...with a note on your forehead that said don't wake up the champion.
i'm too drunk to leave my room. poked my head out like a turtle and everyone knew i wasn't sober. i like it better in my nonjudgmental turtle shell anyway.
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
Its the anniversary of our epic NBA All-star game weekend. The night the two of us cashed a 30-pack while watching the dunk contest
Walk of shaming dressed as a zombie hunter. This hangover feels like the actual apocalypse.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
Posh spice and Baby spice both in one night. Fantasy complete. God bless halloween.
What has my life become? I'be officially recruited my fuck buddy for help getting my ex back.
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
I'm eating an ice cream cone and pooping. Don't know how I'm gonna wipe.
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