id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.
It was laundry day and I was wearing last xmas undies. he took one look and went...you's a ho, ho, ho. my response you ask? for less dough, dough, dough. I'm a slut.
with a sacreligious after taste.
totally got the gold medal for the best fence jump when the cops came.
I wish real life had facebook tags so i could figure out who all these people are
Dear room mates I tried to shotgun pam in the kitchen. It is slippery. Please be careful. That is all. Love you.
I have no idea what's going on.... I just want to wear my horse sweatshirt and drink vodka.
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
His tongue was like Jesus himself was blessing my boobs for eternal ecstasy.
I'm not so sure Jesus approves of such activities, but ok.
I think I just snorted head and shoulders by mistake.
Just found a pack of birth control on the corner of Oakland and Thomas, so if your desperate its up for grabs.
Okay. So my choices are the sleeping Guy who looks about twelve and a man that looks like he was the original sandman. Im gonna need a beer for this......
A lumberjack bearing the gift of small oranges or gymnast sex... I love you man but you lose that battle 9 out of 10
After last night I think its official. Deep down, we like alcohol more than we like women.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
I just wrote a love letter to my weed and texted it to my cousin. I can't say it any differently. It happened.
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