So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
The cop only confirmed I'm .22% Irish. Then I threw up on him.
You two kept repeating the same thing over and over. It was like looking after retarded pull-string dolls.
My mom called me and we started arguing as usual. I finally screamed at her "I HEAR YOU AND THAT 30 YEAR OLD FUCKING!" and hung up. She hasn't called back yet. I win.
So apparently when he was telling people he was in Alaska for 6 months he was actually in jail
idk but i have you stored in my phone as 'guy with beard doing body shots'
I dunno... But she calls vodka "dancing juice"
130 PACKAGES of glow sticks! The going rate of a rave is $38.30! GET READY FOR THE GLORGY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haha he puts me in a mood mix of annoyed and... "just get in my pants"
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
That's not the problem. The problem is I thought I was over him but he smells nice today.
I'm not sure. I have to find the Greeks I was with last night and see if they can explain to me why I can't hear out of my right ear and why I look like I got the shit kicked out of me
Are you okay? You're not sitting at home on facebook. I'm worried about you.
the guy had "bad bitches only" tattooed above his penis...
A reminder in my phone just went off saying, "Fuck.On.Roof- the Great Bambino". This makes me excited and slightly nervous.
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