He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
He is like that thing on the menu you would eat because nothing else looks remotely edible.
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
Clearly, I'm already going to hell, so there's no point in trying anymore.
I'm not giving my ex her earrings back. If some chick i hated gave me brownies i would still eat them. It's the same thing.
he kept yelling THIS ISNT AMATEUR HOUR
It was like watching porn, except it was in real life, and it was starring two of your best friends.
And as cleavage season comes to a close, so blooms a new season of yoga pants. And the people rejoiced.
Still butthurt there's a framed picture of me passed out on the toilet in my grandparents' living room
Trying to Jedi mind trick myself into not throwing up. This is not the esophagus you are looking for.
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
I took it as a sign from the lord above that she wanted me to creep on these men.
you bounced a quarter off my butt and it came back hitting you in the eye. karma, bitch.
Do you remember telling those ppl that they need to mate and give you the baby and in 15 years you will all reunite and it will be a party?
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