I must say, I don't like the act of throwing up, but the feeling after is quite delightful
just next time i won't let coke make me think I'm superman and drink a shit ton.
Probably should plan this out. Step one: grow stache. Two: get trenchcoat. Three: Kidnap Selena Gomez.
I had better be fucking involved with step four.
No I'm not okay I had a crush on the singer of Tokio Hotel for four months and now you tell me he's a dude?
I'm sorry but all I really read was "my nipples will get hard."
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
Just so you know, coffee creamer+water does not = milk.
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
My parents don't seem to understand that all I want to do over break is smoke in bed and watch Workaholics.
Yea no bueno and I only brought enough weed to last one night. And it was no Hanukah nug, it didn't last 8 days.
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
This bar smells like your ball sack. In a weird way I miss you.
Well start with a list of things you don't want to do... Like maybe 1) I don't want join Isis. That's a good start.
You keep making the old jokes & I'm gonna come down with a sudden case of low-estrogen related vaginal dryness..
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