we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
Be here at 3:30. We'll find out how much beer can fit in a Mini Cooper.
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
Although I wish I was out drinking, this cough syrup has me slightly more optimistic than usual.. I heavily debating trying to find mystical creatures and selling them to rich people as pets
Great. Now I'm always going to be the roommate that boned a guy with a third nipple.
Had sex and ran 2.8 miles all before 7:30am. This is going to be a very productive Monday.
Just thought you should know, Im with josh now. Im no longer available for rent. I have a full time tenant now. Like, a year long lease at least.
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
IM GOING TO SIT ON YOUR FACE AND CHANT 'I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN'
I'm worried about your health. And your boobs. Actually, health, then boobs. Health first, boobs second. And third.
Haha never eat brownies from a guy with batman pajamas
Business idea: assless chaps for toddlers. I'm high.
Totally just got spotted hitting the bowl by someone else hitting a bowl. We gave each other a head nod
I trusted a fart in Toronto. NEVER TRUST A FART IN TORONTO.
why the hell are you crying over taco bell?
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