I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
it's kind of slutty but what the hell, so are we
there was this guy running across campus barefoot in the pouring rain stepping in all the puddles. i want his life. and i want to be stripper.
wanna get hammered and throw tomatoes at the people standing in line for the midnight showing of harry potter and yell whichcraft is evil
she asked me if i can do her a favor, came over, and gave me head then left. i still dont understand how that was a favor for her.
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
I'll be so proud. Like a proud mama bear freeing my slut cub into the wild.
We smoked a bowl, ate popcorn, and watched her lava lamp for an hour. it was a quality bonding experience
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
i think the title to my autobiography shall be, "a bottle of vodka and various pieces of meat"
and this is why you're my favorite gay friend.
We're only going to be this young and this cute but for so long. And how often is it that a pack of Albanian law students is in your house?!
I'm fine with our borderline lesbian behavior.
STOP PUTTING BUTTER ON MY FUCKING CAT
So it turns out strippers do encores if enough people yell. Encore song: Self Esteem.
i just read a article called "Booze, Drugs, and Bipolar Disorder"... i think someone is writing the memoirs of my life
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