so I'm never txting u again after today...
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
It was the single greastest thing to happen to my dick ever
im spending all my christmas money on new years parafanalia aka things I will ingest or lose by the next morning
so, not only did she give him head while i was asleep next to them, apparently, it was bad head...
Are you serious?
yeah... as often as she does that, you'd think she'd be good at it...
No, pictures of your dick will not make me feel better about my grandmother having a brain tumor.
he put $150 on the cabs dash so 9 of us could pile in and ride 3 blocks to the apartment.
and I believe it was when I was running to class to take a test still drunk in my Halloween costume that I realized I have reached that point in the semester where I just don't give a flying fuck anymore.
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
I specialize in how to hang out and party with randoms after you've hooked up with them. Not in feelings.
People will call it the Wrath of the Froyo. We'll be immortalized.
I just won 200$ from Bar Karaoke, for singing the "Sailor Moon" theme song, and then the Pokemon theme song, also known as the motherfucking ANTHEM OF POKEMON MASTERS LIKE ME. I HAD TO REPRESENT.
Do you own a cuff key and know where Karen lives?
Nothing says you made great Saturday night choices like someone's dick that you don't remember, poking you in the ass Sunday morning.
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.