So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
The project manager just came into talk to me for the first time and I had justed googled best drum solo ever and couldn't X out of the screen.
Hahhaha I literally just rolled outta bed and went to get beer in my pj's and slippers. God I love graduating
You better fuck one or both of those bitches and bring me pictures that will make me uncomfortable
I can do at least one of those things.
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
Maybe it's just my body's way of telling me I don't need pinky toes. Like I'm the next evolutionary leap or something...
So my dealer asked me if I wanted to join his circle because we smoked so much this summer he thinks we're dealing
Happy Birthday. May your liver respect you, fat bitches neglect you, hangovers reject you, and AA accept you.
That's good. Don't want to see you bellydancing in prison for homemade wine.
Made it just outside my dorm and yack on the front dirt. Wave to a dad thats staring, continue on my way.
I'm trying to puke quietly so i don't ruin my grandma's birthday/my graduation brunch. And you say i need to grow up.
the people next to us at the red light cheered for you while you puked out the window...
Omg my butt feels so much better. Those suppositories are magic. It feels like Jesus fingered me in my sleep.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
At least you didn't wake up next to your professor who then proceeded to cancel class via phone while still inside of me.
Randomize
