just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
I don't know if this beer pong partnership can last if you refuse to look me in the eye when we make sweet sweet clutch cup at the same time.
next time the cops show up in riot gear we should probably leave
and miss being on the news....no way
you just kept swimming in circles and whenever someone would try and coax you out you would scream "i CANNOT drown, my brother is the supervisor of a water park!!
karaoke mosh pit has descended into fisticuffs, send backup
I don't judge her for getting booty calls at 2 in the morning, so she can't judge me for staying in friday nights and putting spray cheese on pringles.
FONT CPME TO THE TRUK. I REPATE SONT COME TO THE TRUCK WERE GETTON FRAEKY
Don't send the creepy guy a picture of your penis. That's my Christmas wish
I'm not having the "why are your fucking my daughter" talk and the "your a drug addict" talk with your mom tonight.
you got in a fight with your imaginary friend last night when he didn't catch you after a surprise trust fall
I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy
He kept screaming "I am the thunder!" when he was riding me.
In case you're wondering... Yes walmart will judge you for buying vodka and pickles at 645am.
Saw throw up in the parking lot at work, glad I'm not the only one. But now the search begins.
Mary's wearing shades at her desk, brilliant!
If that pentatonix bullshit is playing when I get home we're breaking up
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