in case you havent found it already in honor of Toy story 3 we wrote ANDY on the bottom of your foot while you were passed out on the couch.
Someone changed my text signature to "Also, I think I might be gay" last night. Also, I think I might be gay
I don't want to smoke with her when she's on adderall. She carved her pumpkin for four hours & didn't say a word.
That combination of brocholi bacon eggs cheese ketchup and pasta would have been a revaltion had you not thrown up on the stove and put out the pilot light
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
I was high fiving everyone. I even high fived with the wall for doing such a good job suporting the ceiling and keeping us alive.
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
I fucking, woke up on a couch with a towel as a blanket to someones lion king ringtone.
Had sex with him again...yikes. and the whole time he kept saying "i wish we could do this forever." Forever lasted about 45 seconds
you said "how could you not want to hook up with me when I have these abs" and then proceeded to rip your shirt off in the middle of the bar. I'm pretty sure you were hammered.
JESUS
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
He Dutch ovened me while I was hiding under the covers from his mom. Needless to say it did not end well.
of all the things that should kill me, scurvy wont be one of them
I just remembered that I insisted everyone watch porn together last night.
We got high, had sex, and watched retro scooby doo shows. Best friends with benefits yet.
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