Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
He got about halfway through singing "Drift Away" before he passed out and broke my coffee table.
You spent most of the night crying and throwing leftover meatballs at the neighbors dogs
Well Im currently dressed up as batman raiding frat houses for booze
and everything will be beautiful and nothing will hurt and we will eat nachos
I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
Well the "Blackout with your sack out" party turned out predictably.
We just saw two bitche in pink capris jazzercising down the road. On Thanksgiving.
I’m going to try to be less of a cryptic bitch this week. Should be nice.
She's just a lonely cunt and i hope she stays that way for the rest of her fucking life.
This seems like an over reaction to someone eating your fries.
You were yelling at a tree saying it should be in the forest..
Don't judge me.
All I did today was eat pizza and use my vibrator.
are you inviting me to ice cream?
the subtext of everything i say to you is inviting you to ice cream
I'm seriously considering starting a savings account so I'll have bail money this summer.
It’s so white trash that I almost have to have it.
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