Good. You are like the clit whisperer.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
Chicago was legit, ate some badass pizza and gave a cig to a crackhead..its all i thought it would be
I bought the tickets, he brought the weed. thanks to you, we had to roll a joint out of my bible paper.
Just think, if your stepsister would've gotten knocked up 2 years earlier, she could've had a TV show. What a bitch.
It was everywhere, it looked like he just took the leftovers and threw them around the bathroom... Festively...
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
She said to bring taco sauce. Hoping that's a euphemism.
i'm taking a spore imprint of the mushroom we found growing in our bathroom and sending a picture to ryan. he will then be able to tell if it's trip-worthy
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
Our relationship is perfect
90% threatening to punch him in the dick 10% actual dickpunching
The man built me a fort. Of course he got laid.
drinking vodka out of a wine glass to feel a little bit classier about myself.
Is this making any sense, because I’m puking and trying to be Philosophical right now
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