i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
He had an itunes playlist named "def not Glee season 1" which contained all of Glee season 1
of course. lets lasso hookers.
thank god dogs can't talk. they see way to much.
I have been running off of weed, alcohol, and Mexican food. What is Tallahassee.
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
i caught myself talking to a pigeon about my yeast infection.
It summer and it's getting a lot harder to hide sex bruises from my parents.
First world problems?
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
If we're single and alone together, the fuck angels shall sing upon our nude bodies.
Drunk yet?
Well I just did the worm on an empty dance floor while the bridesmaids were serving cake. You tell me.
just found a picture from last night.
the one of you riding a horse with nothing but a bulletproof vest on?
uhm.... no?...
You know you're high when you find yourself sitting on the floor with the refrigerator door open, talking to various foods. Hand gestures and all.
reminiscing on last night: why the fuck did I feel the need to stand on chairs everytime we took a jello shot?
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