I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
apparently "my dealer got arrested" is not an acceptable answer when mom asks "What happened? You look sad today"
No. I remember how loud you used to get. Trust me.
Do any of you want to be on a three way call with me while this girl masturbates in 10 min? You can't talk
What color are my eyes?
Ummmm... 34 C?
My living room is scattered with glow sticks wrappers, sparklers, face paint & beer cans?
It's not as cool looking when the drugs wear off, is it?
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
i just teared up watching channing tatum in drag emerge from the fog on lip sync battle. it's gotta be PMS. either that or something is realllllly wrong with me.
i almost got into an argument defending my life choices with a guinea pig eating chocolate cake at 4am
we are not getting arrested this weekend. I don't care who I have to blow its just not happening.
I passed out in your bed last night...there maybe a snickers and twix bar under your pillow
he asked me why I let you steal the gnome, and you jumped out of the bathroom, yelled "you know why!" and ran outside with said gnome
Like Napoleon Dynamite?
Exactly like Napoleon Dynamite
But with bacon.
Randomize
