I just did your MASH and your life is pretty unfortunate. Youre marrying the tech guy for love. you live in a shack and you're a hooker and you make $1 a day. you drive a brown limo and you have 7 kids
it was all good till he told me to dance slow and quiet
trying to figure out who visited the hillshire farms website enough for it to be in my top sites.
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
I couldn't accept the bj. My penis has done nothing wrong and didn't deserve the punishment of her face.
You ordered 6 boxes of pizza and laughed in the pizza guys face when you didn't pay for any of them.
Just put your hair in a bun. We're going out to drink, not to impress people.
Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That's my life now.
Karaoke machines out. We're taking turns farting into the microphone. Shits going south fast. Definitely be awake when you get home.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
She walked out and announced that he was now part of our confused, incestuous, glorious eskimo family. I've never been more proud.
Campus is too small for this to keep happening
another side note: i'm officially selling my underwear on the internet
I don't know what happened last night. But I just woke up in the high school boiler room
Just made a secret hand shake with my sisters cat. Boredom at its finest.
I feel like you're encouraging me to commit a felony.
I feel like you're wasting time.
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