thx for the lesson on dirrty dancing
I just wanted to draw pictures of limp wieners on peoples doors and smash pictures of palm trees. That's it.
turns out gay frats are just like normal frats, only with more v-necks
Then you jumped off your bed with your arms outstretched, yelled "I'm Goliath, watch out New York!" and then began singing the Gargoyles theme song as you 'soared' around your room.
Don't be ridiculous, the Gargoyles theme song has no words. How could I sing that mess?
You just started going "da da da da da! da da da da da! DA DA!!" then going "swoosh" as you glided about.
I wish the iPhone would register texts from 11:59 as "Last Year" instead of "Yesterday."
dude uncooked spaghetti noodles dipped in thousand island dressing is better than it sounds
I'm pretty sure getting a blow job behind a bar in Rome while her little sister is throwing up in a dumpster not 5 feet away, gives entirely new meaning to the phrase "When in Rome"
no. 1 rule of bromania: no females
the good news is that i vommed the last of my humanity last night.
welcome to the club.
Ya I know. She's self aware though, like the terminator. Which is the best kind of crazy
I'm going to text my booty call and tell him nevermind, that I got the job finished by myself. That will teach him to text back faster.
This lesson is brought you by a psychology class.
He has what he calls a "Ben Franklin". It's a pubic hairdo based on the man himself; long on the sides and bald in the middle.
Even dream me is a champ at smoking weed
If I win the lottery I'm going to hire someone to skywrite "FUCKTARD" over his house. That much anger.
You can't give me tequila around boys who have girlfriends. That ain't new.
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