So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
it was like she was tryin to eat my face and i was defending myself with my mouth
Just so we both are on the same page, I have no solid plans as to where I'll be sleeping tonight.
the only thing i can think of after seeing avatar is "when are they gonna make avatar porn?"
my mothers day present is going to be not puking at the table during brunch
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
kinda considering buying a life alert for sophmore year
He passed out. Woke up long enough to declare himself "the sauce boss" and then bit me in the face.
I'm riding in a wheelchair, being pulled by a golf cart. You need to be here.
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
I'm beginning to worry that I seem to get along best with people when I'm naked with them.
I seriously have her in my phone as "Legit 8"...even I'm surprised
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to fill the bathtub up with mashed potatoes so when he comes over he'll know what's about to hit him..
I'm not dropping acid and watching game of thrones with you. That just sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
I'm eating dinner with his parents and my phone goes "MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY!" Thanks.
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