well we can cross tagging a chick in a movie theatre off the list of things to do before we die
im walking the streets of bville with a bag of cat food..looking for my car. i dont ever want to turn 21 again.
Next time i try to unbutton my R.A's shirt with my teeth, please stop me
So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
theyre selling pepper spray in the courtyard. hellooo atl
If I'm going to go gay, i'm not going to go for a tiny dick.
Ok. In one sink is a hairdrier. Still plugged in. The other is filled with broken glass. What do I do?!
Nvm. Bloody hand trumps dead. Also, where is gauze.
Ya well my good-girl image was pretty much blown when he found out I'm going to jail soon.
We made the pizza boy do Jell-o shots with us. He didn't even deliver to our house, we just called him over from the neighbors
Nice. I ate a jello shot out of a bovine blow up doll's love hole last night
Snuck into a camper in someone's yard. Hotboxing. Can't wait until they go in it.
I will pray to the gods of eye bleach for you
I hope it's socially acceptable to wear a mesh one piece into last call tonight?
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
Is it ironic that our divorce court is a block from where we had our reception? Or is it just sad? Alanis has confused my understanding of irony.