I need a slap back to reality. Or at least a slap back to homosexuality
i wish there was an iPhone app that lets you write a TeXt LiKe tHiS
dude...come out of the closet already
I kind of feel like guidos are mythical creatures.
I'm someone's dream girl. I'm hungover in this guy's bed wearing ONLY a Brian Westbrook jersey. Not the same I was on a date with last night.
You know you're old when tea and a hot bath are more appealing than beer pong with lesbians.
I feel like we should build an island for girls that have committed atrocious numbers of unforgivable sins. We'll call it 'whore island' after the anchorman fashion.
Everyone was soo nice and genuine.. Then again it coulda just been the drugs.
I wish I had a clear image of the dude who was sucking on my tit outside the bar last night
he told me he didn't like my name so he was going to call me Casey instead
I told my dad that he was in a band and he was all like " good job" and then he looked up the band and listened to their music and just went " oh have you disappointed me"
my ex logged me out of his netflix so im gonna fuck his bestfriend as revenge
Its safe now. But... Nobody should sleep on my bed tonight.
And tell your penis that we can hang out tonight for sure.
So, I need to know. Why did you spraypaint your underwear gold?
It's done, I'm done, goodbye veneer of class and dignity it was nice knowing you
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