At the risk of sounding racist, “Damn Nick Cannon! Stop it with the fried chicken!”
Kitteh and I fight about who gets to Tumblr stupid shit we find online first.
True story. In fact, that link to her is rel nofollowed. LOLjk.
5.
That’s the number of gallons (est.) of semen that were dedicated reverently to a poster of her on my wall that I refused to remove until it was a tattered, yellowed, and crusty, mess.
Ms. Milano, you are and ever will be a goddess.
Widdle Helga.
Widdle Helga’s inner rockstar broke through when she was 2 years old. Complete with drunken binges. \m/
UPRHS, old site. UPLB folks, is this still the Math building?
My sophomore year, a bunch of friends and I got drunk on cheap gin at a nearby beer garden and went back to campus to wait for our rides home. We drunkenly chased each other (and perhaps some cute senior boys) around that field until one of us had to puke.
Shenanigans. Your high school wouldn’t know cute boys if Gossip Girl smacked it with a Chuck Bass stick.