that was after robitussin, alcohol, and chocolate sauce... but before we finished pregaming
i just want his dick, seriously i'm about to take trifiling lessons. we'll call my alter-ego blair and she will screw his brains out, girlfriend or not.
I'm currently imdbing Helena Bonham Carter to see if there are any pictures of her that don't scare the crap out of me.
Good luck with that.
When I sent you a text telling you to splash water on your face, you texted me back with 'Iwehre N qyull.'
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
we've called him dos banos ever since he threw up in 2 separate bathrooms with the same puke
Is your answer to that text seriously a right parenthesis
Those two lesbians inspired me. A whole new way to roll. Fuck shots. Gallons of vodka is the new tequila.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
Then again, I'm single and napping with a stuffed yoda doll...so I'm not the world's authority on shit.
I just bought us acid. I'm like the drug tooth fairy. Get ready to wake up with a sweattart of acid under your pillow.
His new girl is probably classy and boring. I bet she doesn't feed him sour patch kids while she wiggles his weiner.
We just had an accidental Facebook titty pic scare.
I REMEMBER NUGGETS BEING THERE BUT WE WERE AT A TACO BELL
One of these days I would like to go out drinking and stick to plan of just getting drunk and not be sidetracked with other people's plans of doing drugs along the way. I didn't even want to not feel my teeth tonight but here we go just another Thursday night when you live I live
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