June 2010
22 posts
“Lmfdo.”
I totally came in my friend’s pants.
When you throw up in *someone else’s* mouth: that’s the only time it needs to be specified.
West Seattle is completely adorable & charming & it would be a cold day in Hell before I’d live way the fuck out here.
If I’m flirting with you, you’re either my husband or any gay man on Earth.
There’s nothing like a buttered Pop Tart.
You had me at… no, you missed me.
Futilikilt.
As we drove into the filling station, I heard my sister whisper “passenger, gassenger.”
Wandering from room to room in this empty house, chewing on a baloney sandwich and wondering what the hell to do first.
If the videogame requires the player to press ‘A’ many, many times, I’m your girl.
