Any party that involves a row of large men performing the Truffle Shuffle at your request is a successful party.
Well, this looked like a neat little social-networking sheep site to join ... so ... I did. =]
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I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me.
I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.
I mean like…Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
(Source: katweenuh)
Nice guys scare me and I don’t like it.
Angela: Well is any one of us safe?
Shawn: Yeah, virgins. Virgins never die.
Cory (to Topanga): Alright! Thanks for saving me.
Eric: I’m dead!
Jack: I’m dead.
Shawn: I’ll get as sick as you can get without actually dying.
Angela: Feeny’s dead!
Shawn & Eric: He-he-hey! Go Feeny, Go Feeny, Go, Go Go Feeny!
(Source: l0stinserendipity)
In regards to your new girlfriend,
I hope she has chlamydia,
And thinks giving head is gross.
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I think I should get a title for worst leader that people are still willing to follow, ever.
I recently realized that my favorite shows are #Skins and #Bones. I dig it.
“I’m having trouble thinking of boys as human lately.”
Is it bad that the roomie and I now refer to “dating” as “experimenting”?
-Technically- my essay is done. And I even have an hour to review it and try to make it seem a bit … less sucky.
Totally playing dress up. =]
She put a bag on my head. #stillcounts
“All of my thenthes are heightened.”
“Crotch grab. Crotch grab. Check out that foot work!” - on letting your roommate record the two of you playing Just Dance 2
Punched holes in her ear lobes.
