I have your camera. You have 35 naked pictures of me. you're welcome.
I just remember getting him back by licking the window on his truck.
I threw a jar of pickles out the window at a police car, why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed?
The last thing I remember was doing a line in the shape of Texas
It was fine until he came back to my place, grabbed a beer, HIGH-FIVED me, and left.
When everyone ask you tomorrow go ahead and tell them I'm the girl that fell of safe ride and was all bloody.
But how will the next generation learn about life choices without a Jersery Shore?
And then we will celebrate by drinking and making fun of him. As per usual.
I was afraid she wouldn't be able keep up but I woke up in a bathtub, she called me a pussy and made me pancakes.
I'm pretty sure "good advice you would give to a freshman for achieving success" isn't constituted by introducing them to your addy dealer...
it is my civic duty to ensure the success of our youth.
hitting rock bottom is getting taziki in your hair & simply putting it in a bun instead of actually dealing with it, just like your problems
I think I almost ran over some kid I went to high school with. Guilt factor: moderate to low.
Well, she chose the fuckboy life or the life chose her. Not sure which one but either way I don't need that negativity in my life.
I ain't lettin her quit anyway. We don't fuck enough for her to meet the housewife requirements
my mom is feeding me weed brownies...god help us
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