He belongs with you like a mcdonalds playground belongs in Chernobyl
my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
rather than putting your name in guys phones, you just texted 90999 to donate $10 to Haiti and then gave it back to them
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
Someone was asleep on the couch next to us and woke up. We paused and he yelled "gentlemen, behold! Sex!"
also, add "teaching boys to sext" to my charity work
And after that you guys started calling arbor mist "breakfast juice"
I think I just danced on the bar. With a man named Alabama.
Thank you for turning 21. I'm going to love reading your texts.
But yeah, that is officially the new "I just came" picture
I had a drink called "the white nun." It tasted like Marshmallows, and celibacy.
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
I survive off of bourbon and the tears of others only
She meowed at me. Repeatedly. Then she asked what was wrong with me because I didn't understand her.
Did you just correct my spelling of a made up word?
No, I just was using your word in plural form
I'm listening to a women in metal station and wearing a flannel. I may have approached peak lesbian.
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