your room smells of hookers.
And success
I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
Rylan was made in your driveway. Just thought, as godfather, you should know.
you really are a gigantic fucking slut.
sidenote: just remembered sarcasm does not translate through text
it's probably a bad thing that i wasn't even offended, huh?
everyone made a circle around them and startd chanting fight fight. they wernt fighting, they were dry humping
remember tomorrow: you burned the inside of your nose with incense. it hurt.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
Drunk off five beers on a Tuesday. I'm not sure which part of that statement is more sad
I am trying to figure out how to tell this kid i have a boyfriend in a way that still allows me to smoke free weed
We left an ass print on the piano.
Just helped a homeless man panhandle outside of Wawa, made him $6.31. Where are you?
brushed my teeth nine times since getting home, still afraid there are pubes hiding in between my molars. fucking gummy bears
We found him. He was passed out in a McDonalds booth with at least 6 big Mac wrappers. The employee said he kept yelling that he was in America and had the freedom to have big macs. Fucking Italians...
I stole an accordion from the bar
Accidentally
I'm having ragrets about stealing the accordion
And you hate the library
Yea but I love drugs and my grades
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