Heyy I kind of wanted to apologize and excuse myself for last night. I feel like that was a little much. I just met you. That's why I don't like tequila. Haha
I don't know what your problem is but seriously you're a cunt for throwing up that song on your page. It's rude as fuck
omg its myspace i didnt think anyone took that seriously anymore
Then I received a text in French, that roughly translated to "all you'll ever be good for is sex on the Internet"
If I wanted to fuck someone, I'd go for John. I'm meeting Bryan cuz I wanna get to know him better. And eventually fuck him. But not this Tuesday.
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
I AM SUCH A BETTER PERSON ON DRUGS
I'll have you know that I'm still picking duct tape residue off my wrist from sunday
i think i traded my wallet for a tim hortons gift card.
Hell hath no fury like a woman whose gay sidekick you insult
For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song
I'm just gonna eat nachos and wine fruit forever.
I may have just tried to argue quantum entanglement as the reason I was still in her bed.
May he have a McRib induced stroke and lose the feeling in his tastebuds.
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
that may or may not have been my penis.
Randomize
