FYI... At my funeral, it will be your job to throw yourself dramatically onto my casket.
You do realize the lyrics aren't "hold me close TONY DANZA" right?
You can't be serious.
i just heard a guy call his kid "Google" in a way that leads me to believe that's his name. this day couldn't get worse.
you know how they say when you die, your whole life flashed before you? well do you get to see what happened all the nights you blacked out?
protesters in toronto definately have the best pot
ya, but you'll graduate college with a higher education. I'm looking at at least two addictions, an abortion, and a few weeks jail time.
GOING OUT OF BUSINESS: we're having a foreclosure party tonight...We'll also be raffling off a washer/dryer, microwave and a white tiger head.
you yelled "who's job is it to keep me from breaking shit" and then immediately ripped off the molding as you fell down the stairs.
Bring condoms and burritos. The rest will fall into place
It's like getting ready for my vaginas own execution
I'll be visiting the rave tower. Prepare your finest boxed wines for my consumption.
All my interactions with my brother are drug deals at this point
I'm making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
No more chicken and waffles served by drag queens at 2 AM. :(
How do you politely tell someone to get out of your house in Russian
Randomize
