I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
we were spooning and you were the big spoon but you insisted that I call you "the ladle"
So, I just sold my textbook to have money for Plan B.
im not sure. I kicked him in the ear last night trying to kick a plastic cup off his head to prove I can kick higher than anyone.
i decided what we are doing for your 21st b-day: camelbacks filled with margaritas
Have you asked your drug dealer if he wants to see harry potter with you?
Yeah.. he went to Tebow in the middle of the crosswalk and got hit by a cab... The yellow ones really don't stop
I don't drink so I see St. Patty's as an LSD type of day. Its like a more hardcore 420
I was just crying my tits off and he was just sitting there listening. I was an open book of embarrassing life stories.
Wine is not your friend.
It summer and it's getting a lot harder to hide sex bruises from my parents.
First world problems?
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
I would agree. Whose business is it if I like to guzzle vodka by the liter on my of time? Answer: mine.
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
For starters i called the cops on myself for trying to destroy the ladys decorations
I gotta stop fucking the bouncers. We are running out of bars to go to.
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