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
Just met someone from Jersey. No fist pumps or jagerbombs. Kind of disappointed...
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
He just kept petting my ear and informing me that I wasn't one of the guys
I was fine until "Under Pressure" came on the radio. It's like God wanted me to shit my pants on the drive home.
We could supplement the Tour with Edward Andre-hands. Because 40s are for the 99%.
The next time you try to involve a tickle me Elmo in my orgasm, I'm leaving you
If you can count on one hand the number of times you have actually, truly nearly died this month, then you are not really living yet.
I saw a picture of my dad holding my legs in a kegstand. Town festival=success.
Check the mailbox while you're out!
I already looked this morning. You go check and see what you won on Ebay after your day drinking spree.
I should've realized you were drunk when you began to point at my crotch while yelling "Funland!!!"
As a general rule of thumb, I don't call until the claw marks have healed.
Well if you don't want to be kicked out before last call don't I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don't call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo "princess"
all im saying is 27 is too old to still be drinking 40s, you make more money than me, buy some decent shit
screw you you golddigging beer snob
Why is there bacon in the couch?
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