Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
there is mayo everywhere what the fuckkkk
Well, I was going to ask you what happened to all my lipstick. Until I saw the giant red penis on my living room wall.
Just ordered a clown who does balloon animals. No backing out now.
Her bed looked like it had just hosted a water balloon fight. It was that good.
He refused my I'm sry gift of ANAL. That's how angry he was.
Talk me down man. Writing a paper drunk and about to buy Celine Dion's greatest hits.
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
I have to have sex on a bidet. I'm not sure what kind, but it's reason #4 for an Italian vacation!
he told me to take care of him and then he asked me to walk him to his hotel. I already have a pussy. I don't need another one
I guess that's what I get for clicking on a link that says clown penis.
A check for $9 that I used to buy six boxes of Girl Scout cookies bounced. I think I've hit a new low.
We kept having to tell you that you couldn't just sit wherever you wanted at Walmart. Sitting in the middle of the raw meat section was unacceptable and children were staring at you.
i think she learned that just cuz half shots were easier, doesnt mean she can have triple as many.
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