her vagine was all disorganized.
I'll bet she douches with gravy.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
She said she wanted to have closure sex.
I wish pancakes were everywhere. Just pancakes. I want lilies at my wedding. No dress. Just priest. Just lilies.
I went on my dinner date pretending that my lunch date didn't jizz in my hair.
Someone broke into my car and stole it then left me $300 to pay for the damages with a lovely note that said "we just couldn't pass up the boxed wine... Sorry about the window."
I like how my motivation to lose weight is so I can wear a nude bikini and get covered in body paint for the tribal party. Priorities.
Got serenaded to on the streets of Denver...the song was about a young banana that made really big decisions, got stds, and joined a gang. I think I like Colorado
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
The boys wrestled in the living room for the last condom while the girls chanted, "THE LAST MELON."
I'm just wondering how Jon managed to get vomit ON THE CEILING?
I'm sober now, I ate a whole cantaloupe.
I've come to the conclusion, I should prob have at least 20 hr supervision. I would say 24, but I'm guaranteed to pass out for at least 4 hrs a day
My ultimate hope is that people will hug me, smell me, and therefore think I'm classy.
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