You all can go fuck yourselves. As far as I'm concerned, don't come back to karaoke.
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
I was so high i started crying when i saw how much puppychow was there.
i dont think my parents would of encouraged me to save years of birthday money if they knew what i would eventually spend it on
recycled a plan b box. kill a baby. save a tree.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
I know I know. I considered playing it sober but after I typed out IS SHE A GENIE? I knew it was impossible to hide.
I've heard awesome things about their margaritas. I also may buy a mustache from party city. Would you do me with a mustache on??! Hahahaha. But, really.
Why on earth is he slamming his body into the wall again?
I'm sitting with my parents watching football and moaned when I saw his shirtless picture. They looked at me weird so I had to turn the moan into a laugh. A sad, really horny laugh.
Sockward: that moment during sexytimes when you realize your socks are still on and you have no idea how to remove them in a non-awkward fashion.
You called me your momma bear, and then demanded more vodka
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
anyways, do you want to make more embarrassing memories that im bound to remind you about later and laugh about?
Wanna get drunk and play candy land? If so you are 2 steps behind.
Randomize
