therell be strippers and coke right?
no strippers. just coke.
i hate this fuckin recession
So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
just saw my sister at the strip club... dont think she's "taking a night class over the summer"
Chris' response to jim throwing up was taking off his shirt and saying WHO WANTS A BONER
SEE! I KNEW I HAD A LONG-TERM REASON FOR BEING A SLUT!
disregard all texts ive sent you minus taco motherfucking bell
You know you're fucked up when you throw your phone on the roof of the bar to show how good the Otter Box works.
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Sleeping with random people is the same as soul searching, right? Ps that wasn't a team name suggestion.
Dude where are you? I've been here an hour and all I've done is get head from a random in the stairwell.
I only blacked out one night of three if that isn't fucking personal growth idk what is
I'm writing off my condom expenses in my taxes
I just left and he walked me out and went call me if you're ever... Eh... Whatever. And walked away.
He stopped eating me out to remind me to look at the stars
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