i'm really high, and this is sooooooooooo important. how many frosties does it take to fill a bathtub?
nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
If we were unicorns we would fly together. Like in a pack. A pack of flying unicorns.
Lowest moment of my life just occurred. I literally threw up all over myself in front of my parents.
So even though we broke up apparently according to my voice mail you still like me, with smurfs while riding on a boat.
He's currently rapping every word to 'more money more problems' at what could be a over 30s gay bar. I'm not sure yet. More info to come.
I just don't know about this life anymore. Quite frankly I think I belong up there in the great blue, lounging on a cloud sippin tea with Jesus
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
BTW I totally understand panda express being popular amongst the highs. I can feel the shrimp being slaughtered in my mouth. It's fantastic.
We found you wrapped up in a tarp in the garage the next morning, thats how real shit got.
I got really upset about missing him last night when I was demonstrating penis sizes of the people I've slept with using a tape measurer to my roommates
so dehydrated I couldn't fill the pee cup to the right line for my drug test for school. I was like sorry it was my birthday yesterday
I might be offended if you don't bang me tomorrow. You know, for America.
It's really hard to tweet with a pussy in your face demanding attention.
Everybody at Lexi's party found out I'm both a screamer and a moaner after he ate me out on the pool table downstairs. Just another sunday night in Alaska
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