Its about making memories worth repressing
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Sometimes I worry for your future but then I remember how big your boobs are.
In case you were wondering, transporting lube in a ziploc bag is just as bad of an idea as it sounds.
They told me you were taking cheese cube shots and chasing them with barbecue sauce... Is this true?
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
The day i have a fb album titled " I have become a townie" you can shoot me in the foot and tell me to get my life together
Can we go one day without you telling me that your dick misses me
DON'T PUKE iN THE PRINGLES CAN, WHATEVER YOU DO!
I should not be allowed to reproduce. The world doesn't need my sarcastic asshole demon spawn in child form
Also my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
It's such a sad loss when a hot guy finds Jesus and grows a neckbeard
I got copblocked.
What?
Cockblocked. By a cop. Copblocked.
that sounds horrible...
what could possibly go wrong attempting to re-enact the dinosaur capture scene from Jurrasic Park... I have the net gun and camcorder you have the dino costume and can run
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