i blew a .213 what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
I give out O-faces like they're halloween candy
the fucking easter bunny is here. he just made 3 cups in a row. no one knows who he is..
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
im eating kix cereal and taking shots by myself. please come hang out with me. im desperate
knew i was gonna lose at a shoe or be bleeding at some point. and both happened within 20 mins.
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
he is allergic to cats. we can only glue dog hair on him. otherwise he might die and i dont want to be responsible for that.
ahaha ok
let's call it "werewolfing"
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
When did I go from having sugar daddies to being one? And does it count as a tax write off?
Sidenote: do you recall your "give me the d" chant
I've peed outside too many times in just this past week
you bet i'm gonna rock his four-foot-two world.
Today is a good day to get high. It's easy to blame the glazed-over look in my eye on my new contacts
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