You were running around the house covered in syrup, with shredded down pillow feathers on your body screaming "AFLACK!" at everyone
They left shortly after you claimed the dirty rug as your mattress and began alternating between singing "Dayman" and "Nightman"
I'll show rhose boucners: You don't let me in, I poop on your pool.
FUCK YOU CALIFORNIA. YOU DO NOTHING RIGHT. FIRST PROP 8 AND NOW THIS.
UPDATE: WE WILL BE HITTING THE BATMAN PINATA WITH A SWORD
I came in your room, you looked at me and said "I fucked up" and then some kid showed up and took you to the hospital
i was so high i thought the horse on my poster was running
I'm watching Pretty Woman alone and weaving a basket for Fiona. This is my life.
Also there's so much vodka on my breath that if I blew on my fingers my nail polish would fall right off
Out of all the things you could eat off of my tits you choose lettuce? Thats so healthy. Yuck.
I'm ordering dildos in a santa hat. You?
Going to give your dick a friendship bracelet.
I was eating pickles straight from a jar, contemplating doing something productive. What did I miss?
God I need to hump something, right now.
Good, but still not as good as the guy I banged in the ball crawl
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