erin looks like she hung out with the sham wow guy last night. she's got the beat up hooker look goin' on
Sex on a kitchen table is not as amazing as they make is seem in the movies.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
I take back everything bad I said about that song party in the usa. There's just something about seeing a cross dresser lipsing it that makes a song sooo much better.
I just saw a van full of amish parents and their kids. Those cheating mother fuckers!
I dunno... But she calls vodka "dancing juice"
So apparently nutella and chocolate body paint aren't actually the same thing.
I used the hope and guess method to figure out who I slept with last night.
He was just lying in his underwear like a present. I had to unwrap it.
Matt's offering to breast feed it.
Our music was glorious. Maidens were deflowered to the sound of my voice.
In fairness you've introduced me to a lot of people I've only met once, for like 5 seconds, while drunk
I have 2 phone numbers written on my vagina. I told you I shouldnt be left to my own devices after tequila shots.
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
In honor of Randy Savage we're wearing spandex and handing out slim jim's with option to suplex. Get behind it
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