Please dont use Danity Kane lyrics to describe your emotions.
We shared that special kind of eye contact that can only be experienced when you know one party is saying "Oh god, I fucked him in the back seat when you were in the front, didn't I."
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
Like many of my risky ideas this has "burned genitals" written all over it
Wash that dress asap. You laid down on the kitchen floor and tried to sweep the floor with your body.
Nice. I ate a jello shot out of a bovine blow up doll's love hole last night
Neil John just started open mouth kissing everyone to make sure they are safe.
You woke up butt naked, peed yourself said something about jumbo shrimp, and passed back out 10 seconds ltr..
Let's play another riveting game of "Whose boxers are hanging on my fence?"
I just had sex on my kitchen counter. It's like the American dream
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
Coffee's working. Just killed a fly with my bare hands.\nFuck with me.
like I'd leave you in a situation like that..pfft. what kinda friend do you think I am?
...a stoned one.
Woke up snuggling with a large wooden rhino that I stole last night...obviously, we had fun.
The Adderall says yes, but my body says no.
Randomize
