Taylor Swift is so right about you.
my "about me" section on Facebook should read "hell-bound alcoholic who wants to fuck a 40-year-old crackhead"
my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
The streak lives on, still havent been to Towson without throwing up
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
And a psychic told me I was pregnant and I am just so over life right now.
He was ugly. Like horse ugly. But he was built for power, not for speed.
Hey. Be honored that I consider you the genital expert. I know alot of candidates for the position.
No, that was the night I helicoptered my dick to oncoming traffic. Im talking about the night I ran naked down the street.
My roommate is either deadlifting a bus or having sex. I can't tell which
I told him if he cums in my mouth he has to buy me a cake that says "sorry I came in your mouth"
She came out of the bathroom listening to her iPod and crying. Then she started scream 'she will be loved'. She seems to be handling the break up well lol
Rebounding with her sister was the best idea i ever had.
It involves me, my best friend, and a stripper and her mother.
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