"Party in the USA" was played at church youth group last night. It was like everything I enjoy hating was aligning against me.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
He's 11. You dont draw dicks on 11 year olds, i dont care if he ate your lasagna
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
You didn't hold all these dicks to become a party planner!
Come get your sister, she's waving a shoe about and threatened to "teabag the Shit" out of the doorman because she can't check the shoe in.
You said this was your mistake shot and then vomited on the tv. Never forget.
That's not the problem. The problem is I thought I was over him but he smells nice today.
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
No joke. There's a picture of the priest I made out with on my parents' refrigerator.
YOU WAXED MY CAT YOU SICK FUCK
Somebody broke the sliding door, and someone ripped the toilet seat off the toilet. So yeah, pretty typical friday night
Oh please. Preoccupy yourself with my penis.
So, my first week in Saskatchewan ended with me drinking moonshine and getting eaten out in a tractor. I already love it here!
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