For some reason, Oliver from Hannah Montana reminds me of pudding.
That's cute.
Don't feel too badly. Until twenty minutes ago my paper was a heading and a pizza order.
that's what penises do
they tell lies.
So, how do I go about conveying: I'm sorry, yet very glad she is having my abortion. Via text msg?
It just goes to show you, your dreams can come true. You can hook up with your dads hot married friend.
I'm deep cleaning my room right now. Not sure if it actually needs it or if I'm just trying to symbolically cleanse myself of the last 24 hours.
Maybe it's the vicodin, but all I wanna do is hunt wild hogs.
Oh god. It's like a broken faucet. My guts sound like a bilge pump clogged with golf balls and cake frosting.
I'm ordering a large vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles so when I vom tonight it will look like lisa frank dolphins in acid trip colors
I don't know what it was about last night, but every bar that i went to there was at least one girl there that i had done something with. I'm sure the girl that i went with knew because they all grabbed my penis and told me to call them.
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
And I told him that even though were not together, if he has sex with anyone I would have sex with someone else, video tape it and send it to him.
then a garbage truck rolls up to the club, they hop out, and walk right in like they own the place
Vomit your little heart out. You've got a long day tomorrow
I just had a morning three-some with marijuana and a detachable shower-head
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