Told you I made dinner plans for you and me and no one else, well i'm done with awkward empty conversation situations

um. remember when a Mexican girl with drawn on eyebrows and purple hair knocked on our door and proceeded to ask for Mary Lou and then when i told her dumbass that there were 2 buildings she then said "shit" and asked to use my bathroom? and remember when i let her?



WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.

my bad.

and the best part?

when she walked out of the apt we saw the diaper on the top of her low rise jeans.


thank you Mr. Keele. for wearing pants soo tight that your ass and bulging wiener caused the both of us to shake uncontrollably from laughter in the middle of your lecture.

we ALMOST pissed our pants and had to leave the room.

thanks for putting pictures of your vacation trip to Europe in your school power point presentation because it was pointless, but you thought they were fun!

France IS fashion forward.

and to you.

no more SHADY ASS MESSAGES. we fight because you love all the ladies i hang with. if you WEREN'T shady we would be bff.

thats all.

my NEW/OLD favorite game is Fuck, Marry, Kill.
obviously you need to choose 3 candidates and choose which one you would Fuck, Marry, and which you'd kill.

FOR EXAMPLE
your 3 options:






i think we ALL know which one i'd Fuck.



ALL 3 mother fucker.




saucy skank of the day



bomb ass house


paul frank. i will move in and do your laundry FOR FREE




wanna be my boyfriend

check yes or yes.



hahaha.

take a number mother fucker, there are 10 others that want a taste.

love you.