My 3rd grade teacher, who was also my fav, thought i was in prison. That seriously upsets me.
it was a sick party until you insisted on putting on "that's how I beat shaq"
He told us that was the only place he could get service when we found him in the closet passed out with a beer
my debit card account is gonna say movie, movie, ice cream, movie, cheese fries, get a fucking life, movie
I tipped the hot bartender my entire wallet. Again.
How did a couple beers and monopoly turn into a bottle of vodka and throwing eggs at eachother in the kitchen?
Ok if you are accepting my apology, please continue to ignore me. If you are not, please fill out the brief survey that follows, to help me improve my people relations: a) your a bitch please leave me alone b)your crazy pls leave me alone c) I never cared ab u please leave me alone. D) all of the above e) all of the above but I wouldn't mind still fucking u. F) who are you again? Your answer will not b shared and will b used in accord. With the law. TY
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
your house isnt even gonna be on google maps after this party
And we just chatted casually as i peed on the floor and she peed in the toilet
I just remembered that we had an in-depth conversation about how it was too stressful to wear pants.
so she gave me back a bag of clothing, had some boxers in it...they werent mine.... well that sums up 5 years of my life
Well I just found a coupon for cheese in the bathroom so I've got that going for me
Woke up with a 22 year old with the number for a different girl written on my stomach, almost 30 can suck my dick I still got this shit
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