just come out here and I will go home with you...
so I called to to smoke and you didn't pick up so I smoked and now I'm a race car
Avril Lavigne as a judge on Idol wearing devil ears. it's like every boner you ever had in 2002 just came true.
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I found out you can't leave the bar with a drink. I also found out that pouring it on the bouncers shoes is also unacceptable.
and being hungover still at 4 in the afternoon is NOT "having allergies"
They're re-releasing Titanic in 3-D. Can I interest you in a joint venture to create the greatest drinking game of all time? I think yes
You can't possibly imagine how much I miss you. At least I'll always have that hidden folder in my computer.
Then you bent down and whispered, "excuse me mr. Stair, could you please stop moving?"
Question for you. Do you want to go out somewhere or do you want to have sloppy joes at my house? That's not a euphemism for anything; I actually have stuff to make sloppy joes
The guy that stalks me just looked out his window and saw me in his neighbor's hot tub. Get your shit ready the fraternity wars are starting.
Not now. Out of camp chairs. Carving a new one with a chainsaw. Mushrooms are starting to kick and I gotta get this done NOW.
well we started off by chasing vodka with chocolate milk and ended up trying to befriend a crippled raccoon so that should tell you how our night went
I feel like a dancer trapped in the body of a math instructor. Love, Mom
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