i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
The hardest part of getting a new computer is deliberating whether to start the cycle of porn and viruses all over again.
he ran me a hot bath. i thought i was in a pot and was going to be eaten. i was strangely ok with this
This adderall has me convinced I'm an Econ major.
i just had to use the keg as a stool to reach the margarita maker. i'm such a problem solver.
He made me write my name on his wall in crayon so he'd be able to remember it in the morning
But you've got to admit , for how blackout I was I look fucking unreal in those pictures
Night just started and I've already seen a woman headbutt a brick wall. Unintentionally. Epic to say the least
I have a 16 minute video of you talking about your life. We are calling it your Anthology sponsored by Steel Reserve
i know. like I have the nerve to talk about poverty. I eat peanut butter out of the jar.
I work 80 hours a week to prevent myself from just laying in bed and masturbating all day. It's a hands off strategy.
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
i’m blowing bubbles in my bloody mary so yeah it’s pretty much time to go
Ok, as his sister I didn't tell you this but he's very familiar with pregnancy symptoms. So next time he calls you fat freak him the hell out by asking if your ankles look swollen.
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