if you like me you must not know who I am
Working on an important paper into the wee hours of the morning, and every time I type the word "situation," I can't help but think of effing Jersey Shore. Those guidos are now ruining my academic life.
Just asked the bartender if I could use the register to see my grades.
Well, she's officially disappointed in me. I have it writing.
They better compete for your attention. Dual to the fuck
if she didnt wantt to be febrezed, she shouldnt have smelled so desperate.
He's socially awkward. He has a big dick. We've had this talk before, they're socially awkward because they don't leave the house they just sit home and play with it.
I need to establish a pattern of dominance early.... I'm like a slutty Cesar Milan
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
I'm almost too old to be on The Real World but feel like I'm too young to be on The Bachelor and I'm just really confused with my place in life.
By NOT going to the gym, I'm helping my future. I don't want stripping, prostitution, or porn to be viable money making options.
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
I think that maybe Alyssa may of had too much to drink. is it normal for her to straddle random people in quizno's?
I'm hearing voices and sirens. I'm scared. I heard a manatee out there.
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
Randomize
