what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
well you haven't lived until you've been 86'ed from a family restaraunt
When i asked him what happened all he said was, the toucan... the toucan... over and over again.
Beer vodka and pink lemonade powder mixed together. So. Many. Penises. My vagina will be calling out to them tonight. Coooooooooooooome.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
I've watched enough of my roommate's imported Japanese satellite to know when the exchange students are calling me a whore.
Every girl my sister has brought home from college I've had sex with, check and mate motherfucker
SORRY BITCH CAN'T, TAKING SHOTS TO WHITNEY HOUSTON.
No cash. I had to buy four bowls of soup to meet the credit card limit. I'm not even upset. SO MUCH SOUP.
I got custody of our girlfriend in the breakup.
I just formed the "shit on a tree in Chicago club." And I feel awful about it.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
You chipped your front tooth on the toilet bowl. Should I call your dentist?
There were no words. I got in his car, took my pants off, threw my shirt out the window, and got things started. After we were done I collected my clothes, gave him a kiss, and crept back into my house.
You're like the sex ninja. How doesn't he love you?!
Totes just ripped ass and the bartender's eyes got wet
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