[Me]hey knock knock 2:10am [Andrew N] what do you want tracie. its 2 in the morning :PP 2:10am [Andrew N] nooo you suppose to say whose there 2:11am [Andrew N] but i know whose therelol Andrew N] jk jk whose there? 2:11am [Me] i eat mop 2:11am [Andrew N] i dont eat my own poo 2:11am [Me] “i eat mop who”?!!?FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK 2:11am [Andrew N] haha i saw that coming a mile away...
I hate when I talk to my Mom...
sunsdaughter: And she’s screaming like… And I’m just sitting there listening like… Then she says I have an attitude… And I’m like… Then she tries to hit me like… And I’m tryna dodge em’ like… And she’s still hittin’ me like… And through the hits I’m like… And I try to play hurt like… Then she leaves… and I’m like… ^^ This is my life.
Fuck The Titles.: Short Story. →
anthonycq: You reach a certain point where, you stop caring about people. I’m being serious. You realize how useless some of them, well, most of them really are. You spend more time alone. You spend more time thinking rather than talking. You discover yourself after all these years of having other people discover you. I was always one to make friends, to meet people, to enjoy the presence...
Email I just received titled, "Why Some Teachers...
Mommy said I had kissable lips.
chriscaomoo: tcivnoc: Do You Wan~! HAHAHAHA! <3
mahpycart: hooyrachelle: LMFAOOOOO. LOLOLOLOLOL! Niceeeee WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
About my Car....
paaulrex: melles: white-liar: (http://theoatmeal.com/blog/car_needs) That’s me with the middle finger.
“When I was a child, my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.” — Pablo Picasso