There really should be an "avoid ghetto" option on my GPS.
Our relationship just reached the stage where i can touch her boobs while making a honking noise without getting hit in the face
she acted like she'd never seen someone do speed off of a desk with a rolled up receipt. and she calls herself a grad student.
Dude you didn't move for like 2 hours then suddenly sang the chorus to ghetto superstar and passed back out
you're just mad cause i madeout with you while having a mouth full of chewed pretzels
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
The cops caught them pow wowing in the teepee at the entrance of the golf course at 5 am. But were still missing someone.
NEVER PUT A LIT CIGARETTE BEHIND YOUR EAR
At orientation, some girl is asking, loudly, where she can get weed. Everyone looks discussed but are paying very close attention to people's answers.
According to him, i kept saying "I'm belligerent as SHIT" and tried to run around the house in just my bra and underwear. Thats when they decided to carry me to the car and take me home.
You called me a pussy and continued to eat an entire jar of peanut butter with only your hand.
Nothing wrong with a few meaningless hookups. Keeps the mind occupied and the body satisfied
Went to bed in my room fully clothed, woke up naked in the kitchen with the dog looking unamused.
You're a disaster
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