Have become much more tame as I age. I haven't been totally drunk in some time but everytime I drink I plan to change that but alas I never do. I can also dunk. And I spike the shit out of volleyballs.
Of the many things I could say about Jim, the quality that stands out most in my mind is how sharing he is. For example, one of the first times we hung out, Jim shared his straw with me. Now, you might not think that's a big deal - I sure didn't at the time. Later on, I found out about his germaphobe-ish tendencies, and that single act of straw sharing came to have a new meaning to me.
In two years, I have only seen Jim in three different outfits. Now some people may think this is weird. That's because it is. But Jim still has friends and gets girls, so we'll chalk it up to him being ridiciously good-looking and exuding a subtle air of modesty and tact.
I don't know what these fools have
been writing, but since I'm weirdly in your
Friendster photo I have the conch now. For
the record, someone (i.e. Lauren) has photos
of you and and a certain someone in bed
together, so Ryan, shut the hell up. Secondly,
I think that it is extremely hot the way the
ranch drips all over your unbelievably good
looking biceps. The way you wipe it off with
your sweatband (that has never seen sweat) is
even more impressive. I find it highly strange
that you wear your glasses upside down, yet
completely understand the need for a good
cooling gel mask in the morning. 78 friends is
nothing, and the ones on there are the elite.
You. Are. The elite. You make mohawks cool,
your flexing face rocks and more than
anything, the fact that you spell "masturbate,"
"masterbait," makes me laugh more than you
know...I miss the Haaster...Oh ya, for the
record, who's drunk? This girl.
Jimmy-
Loves eating taquitos from 7-11, big
matches, and taking huge bong rips off a
one-hitter. Is that even possible?
No one gets lost in photoshop better, or
looks that great in a t-shirt made for a 12 -
year old boy. So many parades go by, ranch
thrives off you, and those shoes stink like
rotten cheese.
Love drunk dialing you, and getting drunk
msn messages. Kalamazoo is lucky to have
you. I knew you'd make it to my state- don't
be "that guy" there...
I miss you like I miss sex on a rainy day...
been writing, but since I'm weirdly in your
Friendster photo I have the conch now. For
the record, someone (i.e. Lauren) has photos
of you and and a certain someone in bed
together, so Ryan, shut the hell up. Secondly,
I think that it is extremely hot the way the
ranch drips all over your unbelievably good
looking biceps. The way you wipe it off with
your sweatband (that has never seen sweat) is
even more impressive. I find it highly strange
that you wear your glasses upside down, yet
completely understand the need for a good
cooling gel mask in the morning. 78 friends is
nothing, and the ones on there are the elite.
You. Are. The elite. You make mohawks cool,
your flexing face rocks and more than
anything, the fact that you spell "masturbate,"
"masterbait," makes me laugh more than you
know...I miss the Haaster...Oh ya, for the
record, who's drunk? This girl.
say Hollister. If they say anything else, he
wears them inside out ;) What a weirdo!
Especially the one that says "I'm not gay but
my boyfriend is"
filmed them while they were sleeping,
inexplicably. They were sufficiently weirded
away. Nice.
Loves eating taquitos from 7-11, big
matches, and taking huge bong rips off a
one-hitter. Is that even possible?
No one gets lost in photoshop better, or
looks that great in a t-shirt made for a 12 -
year old boy. So many parades go by, ranch
thrives off you, and those shoes stink like
rotten cheese.
Love drunk dialing you, and getting drunk
msn messages. Kalamazoo is lucky to have
you. I knew you'd make it to my state- don't
be "that guy" there...
I miss you like I miss sex on a rainy day...
you HAD to.....
get a manicure.