A Honda quaalude. (Credit to my girlfriend)
The number of the car that hit you.
Me: struggling, crawling to his car because my backpack is weighing me down Ham.
From crawling across the street when the sign said: "Don't Walk."
For me it's three weeks.
When he starts using condoms with other girls.
You're dead to me.
AAA
Depends.
The women's bathrooms in the engineering building. Credit to
You can't survive in 1000 degrees. *credit to my friend Neriah.
He makes sure his catch is weak before he throws his balls at them.
Ten Roofies.
Because they're reliable, quality made cars.
Hold On, Not Done Accelerating.
