Laura is my favorite Friendster friend. Sometimes it hits me: "Hey, wait a minute, I havent been on friendster for months." So after I try all the possible passwords that I have ever created and I finally get the right one to let get me logged on, I always go first to Lauren's profile so I can see cool photos and read funny things. Then I go to Jeffie "mutherfuckin" lanza's profile and its just not as good, ever.
has been spotted at an indonesian
tennis tournement in full regalia and
has eaten enough yak butter to spakle
the tiles around a kitchen sink. i
love this gal shes a serious gem.
did i spell tournement right?
The thing that I love about Lauren is
the bitch tells it like it is. Maybe
sometimes her attitude is a little
much, but I like to believe that the
people who seem the nicest are usually
the ones that leave a bad taste in your
mouth when all is said and done.
Lauren, on the other hand, is like a
fine dish of cavier, you may be
repulsed at first, but given some time
you can't stay away from it. I don't
even like cavier, but I know I like
Lauren.
Lauren may say she's prude, but I know
the secret to unlocking the slut
within her - it is her boyfriend Jim
(Beam), or any kind of booze really.
The Prophet Liberache once said that
the smell of whiskey on the breathe
was comforting to her - it reminded
her of Lauren. I love Lauren.
Lauren enjoys the occasional smidgen of Jim
Beam, the sporadic toke of grass and I've
never seen her turn down the chance for
some vein champagne but her real addiction
is to organized sports. I'd set up an
intervention but I look really good in
uniforms.
Every time I see Lauren for family
functions, I greet her with a brace-
yourself-for-this-quality-time hug, and
we both give each other that "man our
family is nuts" nod. I'll always
treasure our time together as flower
girls for the blessed communion of
our 'rents. And Lauren, I'll have you
know, is pretty as a picture in
periwinkle.
weeks ago sorting through some old
clothes and came across this green
hooded sweatshirt. Please don't cut
me!
tennis tournement in full regalia and
has eaten enough yak butter to spakle
the tiles around a kitchen sink. i
love this gal shes a serious gem.
did i spell tournement right?
the bitch tells it like it is. Maybe
sometimes her attitude is a little
much, but I like to believe that the
people who seem the nicest are usually
the ones that leave a bad taste in your
mouth when all is said and done.
Lauren, on the other hand, is like a
fine dish of cavier, you may be
repulsed at first, but given some time
you can't stay away from it. I don't
even like cavier, but I know I like
Lauren.
the secret to unlocking the slut
within her - it is her boyfriend Jim
(Beam), or any kind of booze really.
The Prophet Liberache once said that
the smell of whiskey on the breathe
was comforting to her - it reminded
her of Lauren. I love Lauren.
Beam, the sporadic toke of grass and I've
never seen her turn down the chance for
some vein champagne but her real addiction
is to organized sports. I'd set up an
intervention but I look really good in
uniforms.
functions, I greet her with a brace-
yourself-for-this-quality-time hug, and
we both give each other that "man our
family is nuts" nod. I'll always
treasure our time together as flower
girls for the blessed communion of
our 'rents. And Lauren, I'll have you
know, is pretty as a picture in
periwinkle.