Fuck you. Fuck you, and your life, and your toys, and your bed, and your partially flamable couch, and you room, your futon is cool, it can be free of fucking. Wait, did I say fuck you? i meant to say strawberries. I suggest telling them that you're going to Iraq for the night, to fight in the war, and get it done, and come back and say that you were hit, and you got a purple heart, but the government screwed up some papers and you wont get the actual medal itself, but the feeling is still there. The thing in your tounge is really a piece of shraphnel, and they cant remove it, or else you'd bleed to death. it's also required that you decorate it so that it makes your tounge (and your boyfriends tounge) happy.
I also have sand in my toes, but not from a beach, but near the lake, if that counts, sand volleyball r0x.
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Wait, did I say fuck you? i meant to say strawberries.
I suggest telling them that you're going to Iraq for the night, to fight in the war, and get it done, and come back and say that you were hit, and you got a purple heart, but the government screwed up some papers and you wont get the actual medal itself, but the feeling is still there. The thing in your tounge is really a piece of shraphnel, and they cant remove it, or else you'd bleed to death. it's also required that you decorate it so that it makes your tounge (and your boyfriends tounge) happy.
I also have sand in my toes, but not from a beach, but near the lake, if that counts, sand volleyball r0x.
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Glad youre having a good summer, and I'm shocked I haven't seen you since you live a street behind me...
~J
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and i was at the fireworks too you whore!
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